Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...

What did you do?
I shot the sky with my rifle...

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table...

He thinks he thinks the way I think:
in that... one must be open minded...

Sitting upon a piles of dirty clothes,
I can't distinguished...

I'll take your comments with a grain of salt
Because I like salty food...

May this day be for you like poetry;
Raw not as meat but as rain . . . refreshing as...

To touch and have the power to transform
that which I touched into fresh water...

Someday, I'll be like a volcano
underneath the sea...

You, my dear, are like a candle.
On and on, just burning, melting...

fried fish with fries, the scent I like
add lemon, salt, and sauce alike...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...