Throwing hammers / Bloody ice cream
Eat your ice cream in red, clown!
The notorious poem that does NOT allude to a vibrator (really)
It’s buzzing. It’s talking to me every day, and at night even louder.
Never and always
Ne-ver. Like a rock that falls to the bottom without landing. Like you, never calling me “baby”.
Smile of a Snake
Soft caress of an enemy – nothing is stranger than that, if you are a woman.
Good Lord, I really was a tormented soul!
Baby, baby – In the toilet! Baby, baby – Gone the spark!
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