mm....how bastardly beautiful....

the tempest...gently on the shore, whats that you whisper with such sweet tongue, louder my dear
the cold wind is vicious with a bitter bite and the big eye is watchin, so be a sugar and scream it all.

if you be a watcher, tell the devil how to dance and pretty angels scream around the singing sunshine above the moon together in a trance...., what else is there to do but understand who is listening

such monumental grand and Antonio my love are you up for anotherr fine friendly game of tennis....i'm always dressed for such an occasion. when i win you shall call me the champ indeed my greasy guido for thats how we take care of business.

Batman my sweet what is your answer for anarchy....