Walk-ins, The Lowest Form.

Was i to give chase? What did you expect from the lowest of race. I knew you'd be manipulated. I knew you'd take that chance even now, again. But we're both of the stars and so characterize these lonely nights as cheerful. Personify these painting of tails like a skunk. Meow, baby. Meow. But you smell my indifference. Let this not be the last dance of two lovers, but a remembrance of discovering how we were made to be. I'm simply a Gemini. I can fuck/love/grunt/hug/sleep/leave/letyoube. But I'm simple, disguised as a complex form of electronic impulses all firing at once in the same spot, so it gets hot. I'm simple. All wrapped up in mystery, and romance. You'd give me a chance if i were you. My blue heart starts breaking on the card bored floored, petal to the metal of my dying rose. I don't make cents. But it's dollars you want isn't it? So I'll flaunt my ass and make the scene cause it's too serene, yes it's too serene. I need a scream in my dream. I need to wake up in a cold, cool sweat, and hop with the jet set tonight. These dull, humdrums can't beat to my rhythm. Wake up! This is NOT art! I am not what you think i think i am. I'm not planned or named. I'm obsolete. But like history shows, we all go back to what we know. Pete. Re-pete. Pete. Re-pete. More Like a fairly mythical fairy tail. everybody should know, "Don't Fuck With Fred, He's Pissed"....