Northern Blvd Gloryhole

So touch me now

Two full hours.
But how often will spit?
sense of immortality.
the Civic Arena.
Flocks of mosquitoes.
"Sit, assholes!"
Stop all fuckin 'wars!
During what song I'm calling you?
Cream Frankie.
strings break.
Tomorrow I go to work, To work indeed.
Watch the one with the cello.
Do not forget.
I think Mario is dead with beer in hand.
Good vibrations, rather than positive.
Barilla Pasta Fast.
Gloria!
not start, people still enter.
The notes and the words fly up and then you come in, take the place of blood.
It makes me feel old.
or not you understand that you can not sit at a concert like this?