maybe, listen the Monsters of the Mother Nature: her wings, her taste of water on your skin, her mouth fooding and tanning your fluff, i'm from sui-sweet-cide and i'll never more hurt life again; maybe, day by day, a smile to the baker, after an hello and A BIG SLICE OF BREAD with a pitbull; breath, forget sometimes humans and stay you in your dreams, they envy dreams; i shut up to your mouth and excuse me