I love you so much I feel I die when you kiss my lips.

Or you love it more?

Rock you’re body next to it.

To the end of the world and farder.

And the Hollywood whait’s me.

Dirty games and dirty thoughts.

Dancig again to all my max.

Horible whrights and angry thoughts.

You love movies like me?

Are you are scared of pain ?

Or maybe of death?

We live in a fake world.

I might be a dream.

But I wown’t.

I love to see you dieing

Slow and fast.

Bad Jokes.