my inside's outside. Hide me in your bed God. You can spread me on your
bread, God. Or throw me in the cell... You call it "Hell", I call it warm!
A fizz. Apokacidilipsmakk. I crack. I crawl. (So get those fucking
horsemen off my lawn!).
Edward Ka-Spel - Blowing Bubbles (p.2) (02:40)
with images from The Fruit Of Paradise by Vera Chytilova Know that I love you. Know that I care. I
know that when times are hard, you're there. And sometimes I hide ... yes, still I get scared. But,
your touch is enough and I'm warm. I swear that I'll be with you always - we'll hold hands in the
dark. And when the sun rises, we'll laugh. Yes, we''l laugh. And the whole world will hear us - well
maybe ... maybe, Marylou
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