On my ear, a little woman urging me, a coward you are.
Even if to be thrilled with ecstasy, because of being sticky, by a impalement of a bull-headed shrike. Or, even if to be thrilled with ecstasy, because of being sticky, by a impalement of his hundred tongue.
At Hilton Tokyo near by the Shinjuku Central Park, to be lost in my way and shrill, like an cicada week.
At our a lover's quarrel, my favorite right hand, to be much obliged to.
"New Arrival Chilled Chinese Noodles", on the flag, on a flagpole for there is only a little stain.