--- Lovage - Sex (I'm A) ---
Dan, i need you now!
ok Mikey.. come!
feel the fire
feel my love inside you so bright
there's a sound and the smell of love on my mind
i'm a toy
come and play with me, say work now
wrap your legs
around me ride me tonight
sex, sex, sex
i'm a man
i'm a goddess
i'm a virgin
i'm a blue movie
i'm a bxxch
i'm a geisha
i'm a little girl
and we'll make love together
why does man go to hooker?
first of all because
he quite often is not all that happy and sexual satisfied at home
his wife won't perform all the activities he has in mind
and most of all, oral sex is a taboo
the woman would say, "what do you think I am, a whore?!
i don't want to do that!"
slip and slide when you're where you like to feel the blood flow
not too fast!
don't be slow, my love's in your hands...
i'm a boy
i'm your mother
i'm a one night stand
i'm a bi
i'm your slave
most of them come to a hooker and say
"my wife, oh my wife! is she dead in bed!"
"she's frigid, cold as a starfish!"
they take off the pants
and their underpants
there's nothing more ridiculous than a guy with his party socks on...
he dives into the bedroom
he says, "do me!", suck it!
skin to skin
honey hold tight
come inside, it's a passion play just for you
let's get lost in the magic place alone now
drink your fill from a fountain of love wet your lips
i'm a teaser
i'm man
i'm a drug
i'm a dream to find
i'm a hooker
i'm a slut
well i'm your babe
we'll make love together
fxxking piece of sxxt
one little, two little, three little indians...
suck it, firehose
早晨醒来，站在窗前，看着清澈晶莹的露珠一点一点的爬满整个围栏，昨夜下了一场雨，清晨的薄雾让人迷失在这坐城市里。微风带来一阵清新的空气，弥漫四周。突然爱上了这种半醉不醒的感觉，好似这样的天气，一切都是朦胧的。
曾有人带着惊异的目光问我，酒真的那么好喝吗？我只是淡淡的答了一句：酒的好喝在于它的难喝。的确，只有真正体会到苦涩的感觉，才会爱上酒的滋味。
记不清第一次感受到啤酒的味道是在什么时候，只是自从有记忆以来，啤酒苦涩的味道就深深留在我的脑海里，像是注定了要伴随我一生。我很少会喝酒，除了以下两种情况。拿酒来应付一下各式各样的聚会，便是常事。把酒颜欢，以示热情。再一种情况，便是当自身的苦味已经漫延全身，就只能拿出一瓶酒来掩饰内心的痛楚。此举也并非借酒消愁。
有时酒精的作用真的可以麻痹住自己敏感的神经，然后平心静气的躺在自己的床上或者是别人的床上。酒并没有使人忘却，反而让人更加清醒。我醒着，并没有沉沉地睡去！
感性与理智并存的女人，在指间流露出的永远是生活的苍凉和绝望，喜欢用淡淡的文字来描写内心的恐惧和挣扎。有时候，异常讨厌这样的自己，虚幻的寻找文字来寄托，却在自己厌恶的充满腐蚀的空间里，假用平静的方式来宣泄所有的情绪。矛盾的我，活得总是这样疲惫不堪。
最终，我还是选择回到了文字里，病态的依赖着、生存着。我似乎已经感觉到我抽搐的指间在慢慢地枯萎。这是一种慢性自杀，一次又一次地把自己活生生的解剖在空气中。而我也宁愿将这一生燃烧成文字，在每一字每一句中，伴随着 一声声的，呻吟，渐渐地死去……
