little information which will not displease you the circle is mr cinema

whose touts makes you machmalow
and you lost m-millions to them
qont madame spped madame over the raibow madame holidays and madame AI
all in your bed from hand to hand, arm to arm, for you, your millions
until I succeeded in breaking everything I died of it not buried on the r

un from Paris because to see you in a cyble swallowed up I 

could no longer take it my half was absent abandoned of course I had to live
and jude law picked me up wandering in covent garden

 i witnessed their entry g and he with w souk like holes

 and their animal sacrifice to name you your furry hounds under ceremonial mask
and you fell there
I succeeded
a one a then little by little community is formed
but my last nightmare that I shouldn't have seen is my cybercyble of sans
first love
I fought without asking for my stay to clear him here
that's all
it's a civil party
so look at yourself
How? 'Or' What
you made me
me who loved you more than my life
nothing more to say