Casa

-Ma include cumva si pe mine...?.,am intrebat moale si m-am balanganit pe langa el.

-Umm...daca vrei in vreun fel sa participi...
M-am imbracat si m-am dus in sufragerie:
-Jukka..Mark..vreau sa ne facem trupa...

-IOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOI:x.,am urlat si l-am luat in brate.
-Pisi isi face trupa:o3:o3:o3:o3:o3.,am zis si am topait pe langa Mark si Jukka.
-Va rog faceti-va trupa,va rog va rog va rog:o3:o3:o3:o3.,am miorlait si am facut niste ochi maaaaariii si moi si calzi de cutzu plouat:o3

-Cum de esti asa incantata ?? am intrebat razand vazand-o asa de vesela..
-Mnoooh...si cum ne impartim?a intrebat Jukka ?!
M-am invartit in jur uitandu-ma la ei...
-Hai sa vedem ce iese cu mine si Mark la voce...

-Sunt incantat pentru ca niciodata nu am cunoscut pe cineva dintr-o trupa,dapoi ca iubitul meu sa fie intr-o trupa:o3:o3.,am zis si l-am pupat pe obraz.
-Macar sa stiu ca tu te descurci cu muzica,eu sunt varza:o3.

-Daaa poate nu iese...
M-am pus in cur pe jos pe covor uitandu-ma la Mark:
-Byronic Man de la Cradle...?

Mark a dat din cap si s-a uitat la Jukka care topaia cu ciocolata in bot si regla ceva la amplificatoare.
-Si o sa aveti succes si...si o sa ne lasati pe mine si pe Mia acasa...,am zis moale si m-am trantit in cur pe jos.

-Nu face astaaaa te rog frumos....
M-am uitat la Jukka[,]care mi-a dat ok-ul si a dat drumul la negativ si am inceput sa cant:

As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar

I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled fingertips
Which throught me, for throught me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God’s list

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto

Grown wild this childe
Whole harems defiled
Faustina’s and Mina’s
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow

Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her

And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are...

Am zambit moale si m-am uitat inspre Mark care se pregatea sa cante:o3
-The patron saint of heartache
I can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
I Can't see my world is falling
the world is falling down

Am continuat sa dau din plete si sa bat cu piciorul in podea in timp ce mormaiam si eu putin pe versuri:o3

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so…
On my grave...
Am tras aer in piept si m-am uitat la Mark si la Jamie...
-Bun..deci...?

-O sa ajungeti faimosi:o3:o3:o3.,am zambit si m-am uitat la Dani cu o privire de catelus bleg:o3

-Pisi...fa-mi si mie o favoare...canta-mi inceputul de la asta,am zis dand drumul la: