“Writing frightening verse to a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg Heavy words are so lightly thrown…but still I’d leap front of flying bullet for you If have five seconds spare then I’ll tell the story my life …Sixteen clumsy and shy…that’s life. I am son heir shyness that is criminally vulgar… nothing particular. And on cold leather seats Well it suddenly struck me just might die with smile face after all Hand glove The sun shines out our behinds But now make feel ashamed Because I’ve only got two hands What she said smoke ‘cause I’m hoping an early death need cling something Punctured bicycle On hillside desolate Will nature man yet? Take tonight want see people A boy stabbed his money grabbed air hangs heavy like dulling wine. decree today simply taking not giving England mine owes living.Nothing’s changed. love you slightly less than used to love. Love peace harmony. Very nice but maybe next world”