There's definitely, definitely, definitely, no logic to human behaviour . . . There's no map And a compass Wouldn't help at all

I'm a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl . . . leave me now return tonight tide will show you the way if u forget my name you will go astray like a kille…

His wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex His fingers focus on her Her touches He's Venus as a Boy!

I'm back at my cliff still throwing things off I listen to the sounds they make on their way down I follow with my eyes 'til they crash imagine what my body wo…