All the couples have gone.

Estive triste por alguns minutos na última terça-feira, quando notei que o motorista do último ônibus da linha I03 (no sentido do Parque Capuava) não estava mais lá com sua cara de operador de torno com fone ouvido e rock clássico. Ele provavelmente odiava aquele trabalho. Todos provavelmente odiavam ver a cara dele antes de dormir. Poucos ficavam felizes depois de suas grandes olheiras. Grandes olheiras eram fios de lã puxando o insuportável dia seguinte. Fios de lã rotineiros.

E seus filhos saíssem correndo, Mary Ann? Johnny'd be so fucking satisfied - he was a joke in ugly glasses. Poor Johnny, betrayed by his best friend, Go, the korean candle seller. Koreans get greener after 3 a.m. - koreans fill plastic cups with red milk and bad coffee. Soft-blue pillows shall not survive. Soft-blue-pillow, the brown haired girl, is finger missing - she had them cut for stealing some also-brown smashed eyes. Tiny bedroom watches everything (including her nails drowning in dark blood) from the top. We don't need a filler, korean. We have tuesday-dreamt about your scissor work - nice haircut.

Mothers prefer doctors.



You're not using a designated driver
to show you around
The folders are a bit too ordered
The sailors seem a bit to bored
Mountain tops seem nice from a distance
Close: rough and not so smooth
So these streets have been walked upon for centuries
I'm sensing owls aren't you?
Aren't you?

You're not using a designated driver
to show you around
The folders are a bit too ordered
The sailors seem a bit to bored
Mountain tops seem nice from a distance
Close: rough and not so smooth
So these streets have been walked upon for centuries
I'm sensing owls aren't you?
Aren't you?

Viola.