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 would sound like slamming against those rocks and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open?

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

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…

I want to go, on a mountain top! With a radio and good batteries And play a joyous tune And free the human race from suffering (saccharine)