You appeared suddenly disappearing in the next verse, unfolding my images in your mind and trying to catch them in one moving flash. You have been distracted all day not catching the rhythm, and not knowing yet that it's impossible to lock me into a one long stage. I will always break it into tiny millionths spots by scattering them in your tiring head. I feel like tapping my finger now on your parted lips, closing your eys faster on my breathing breasts. The doll will be ripped apart today. N.