The mad crowd used to be kind of fun.

But now I see dark madness ruining the fun.

This is it.

I decide.

Three to go and I make my judgment.

Five more darts and it's closing time.

There is plenty to eat,

And who the fuck cares?

The room of ten dimensions,

Top that!

It's all about Saturn,

Engines on!

Time is Short.

We are fools to think about fooling so much.

The future...

Good chance of clouds and possibly rain

With a geater chance of personal suck and oach in life

The home I live is for the uncertian time, even the city, for some peace of mind.

The promise for my peace of mind:

What ever I need for that

The required of what is asked

For that

So nerves turn well

Turn musical

As you must have gueesed my secret

You must know what is there

We share

Yet the required is my power

I am like an eight cilinder

With maintnence issues

Got wires and bolts and screws?