Among the rain drops I walk.Skin barely soaked while I talk... apparently to no one. Alone yet so combined in my thoughts.I choose to believe I’m being mocked... apparently by no one. Acid rain for the people walking by.Friendly faces warm the hearts...

Yeah,Vicky.I left a hicky on her neck.Back in the city,I wrote my number on the cheque.Very risky,like tempting Russians in roulette.Plenty sticky.Oh Vicky.Chest of might.Catch of delight.Eye sight’s over-pleasured,break my dyke.Pluck the brains back of the matte blackbarrel, left...