In a taxi on the way to Milan
At the back next to the butchers who sells hanging rabbits and birds
Its pathetic and pointless is it not?
Please translate
You first
I would only irritate you
I mean, frustrate
Next time I have an identity crisis I’ll go for inanimate objects. I’ve always found dessert spoons attractive
Where are you? Geographically, not in your head
God, don’t lick your fingers
Things moved really fast