Take care of my bags, Milady!
All I can do for you!
The left one: an-ex-multi-champion-Romanian-gymnast!
The right one: fresh-barbecued-meet-my-relatives-from-quartzwood!

2 eyes, 1 abnormal Cyclopes.
2 pens, 1 white ink and 1 coal
pen my style.

This mirror reflects me as a man.
Normal--abnormal. A man I am.
With moustache and tattoo,
too!
It is not love
but philosophy,
astrology and astronomy.

My bags filled up with dreams cliché.

Dings-dong
Dong-dings

My cell rin-gs!

!Twice?

Milady Milady, you are my self, my self ISH.
Ash, Dish
I am your pet Fish.
My Universe turns around your neck puss
(the kneeled Suns before Copernicus!
(**)

I promised you my inspiration…
Impossible. Too much I love life!
(yuppie! I found a rhyme for knife)
I promised me, from you, your expiration…
Impossible. I love life to munch!
(CO2)
Meet the gymnast
meat!
With my bags What did you do?

“the Lunch. Crunch!”