Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Love.
I'm full of it.

I've had it up to here
but i really wanna take you there.

I'm sick and tired
of this love-sick-
puppy-love-
sick-puppy-
.

You
catch my drift.
and my colds.

I will hold your hair
when you vomit
in the toilet.
But i will not
clean the rim.

You
got what i need.
Money.
and a better music collection
than mine.

I think
we can make it.
I think we can make
it with gelatin
or with sugarcubes
the possibilities
are endless.
engineering
possibilities
social, commercial,
chemical.

like your hairspray
and my cologne.
taste it.
See! it is
better than the taste
of your hairspray
but worse than peaches.

Spring is the springtime
of our winter.
And winter is not what
you think.
If you ever though
about the matter
it is the summer of our discontent.
But who's counting?

Shotgun wedding
to a shot girl.
Blast to the wedding cake.

Meat pie
covered with leaves.

The painting
is a (piss-poor) copy of the photograph.

"I will hold your hair
when you vomit
in the toilet.
But i will not
clean the rim"

well, that sounds really tough
at first sight
but it´s good to have limits!!