seventeen months ago i was posting a walk in lisbon, and he was there. he never saw me. but i saw him, though.
in portugal, yes.
in fact, i think i talked with him, in bonn.
". against the wind.  just a young man running.  against the wind.  let the cowboy's ride!.  blame on it the thuuunder! night moves"
i don't think so.
--nooo--
that's strictly bader-meinhof stuff.
whatever.
i wish he'd do his job already so we could do our job.
why don't we just do his job then, so we can do our job, and get the fuck out of here.
wait a minute--
so if we do his job, we're the bad guys. if we do our job, we're the good guys.
he using her.
one cannot love and kill.
looks like someone keeps trying to do our job for us.
i get it.
no.