Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

“WILL YOU QUITE FINISH?”
Even angry, she’s practically perfect! And beautiful!
I haven’t watched this in so long! I need to!
Even angry, she’s practically perfect! And beautiful!
yeah i thought that!!
I always thought it was “when you’ve quite finished!” ?