noch so eine Wendung die es scheinbar nur in Woerterbuechern gibt

Andeutungen sind Verlustgeschäfte

Warum musste sie sich umdrehen und ein perfektes Gesicht haben?!
Ich hatte gehofft meine Erwartungen wuerden enttaeuscht.

Mr. Muscle forcing bursting
Stingy thingy into little me
Me me
But just ripple said the cripple
As my jaw dropped to the ground
Smile smile

Human being, being human
Hands free, nothing touches me
Transmit, remote, unseen, unknown
She’s glad to be so very happy
We have placed your call into a queuing system

Yes so Cripple-Pig was happy
Screamed i just completely love you
And there's no rhyme or reason
I'm changing like the seasons
Watch, I'll even cut off my finger

Listen to the pretty musik play
Let it numb your fragile system
She had a friend to call her own
But now she spends her time alone
What of the cost of growing up
Put me on hold to shut me up

Mr. Muscle, gazing boredly
And he checking time did punch me
And i sighed and bleeded like a windfall
Happy bleedy, happy bruisy

At your leisure dear
Come get your pleasure here
I’m so glad to be so very happy

It's true i always wanted love to be hurtful
And it's true i always wanted love to be
filled with pain and bruises

Disconnect me from what is mine
Call waiting, waiting on the other line

And if you need something, anybody, anything
Just being is bewildering
Call me dial l o v e
Just being is bewildering
I’ll do as I please, I won’t get down on bended knees

I am very happy, so please hit me
I am very happy, so please hurt me
I'll grow back like a Starfish

Kiss and make up, don’t you hang up
Stay and play out the whole scene
Try to stay calm
How long do you hold on
Do you dare to dream

1 Who's that guy with the camera back there? Immediately stop pointing that black, phallic thing at me. What do you think I am? A, god forbid, PRO-STI-TUTE, or what? Available for anyone, willing to be used, anytime, just for the pleasure? Tut! You will take that away right now. I'll soon marry this guy here, what's his name, Tom, and you can't help it. No matter how covetously you stare at me, no matter how strong your hands may be, how hairy your chest, how firmly you would grab my waist, how close you would pull my body towards yours. And your manly smell, yuck, would disgust me. You should take a shower. And soap, yes, soap wouldn't harm. You need to rub it all over, all over your thewy, wet body that came to show through the steam behind the semi-transparent shower curtain. Shower curtain... why can't you unfurl it properly when you step out of the shower, so it can dry. I hate how you don't care. It's such a simple thing. But you, you just pull it back, step out to the floor, dripping wet, carelessly push your hair back with your hand, grab a towel and wrap it round your waist. So tight it would go baggy from the muscles of your firm backside ...

2 Eeeww, Tom!!! Take your hand off there. I hate it when you do that. What do you want people to think of me?! Men are such pigs!

3 ... and then I'd throw myself to the ground, with the left grabbing a fistful of mud and rub it in my face for camouflage, and with the right holding tight onto the MK21, the loyal gun that I had been carrying through heavy rainfall for 3 days already and that could rescue our trapped men ... and I'd shout for more ammo over the noise of heavy gunfire, but those wet blankets in my squad would still be hiding their asses. Not even 10 yards closer since I had turned around for them last time. Shiftless pantywaists.

4 Why am I wearing this?! Silly, uncomfortable, hot! Way too heavy, way too small. Just because EVERYONE ALWAYS follows Tommy. It's not right, it's unfair. Tommy is much smaller than I am. I should actually be the one they listen to. They should look up to me and listen. I actually have something to say, don't I. Unlike Tommy. Tommy just blurts out with all he comes up with, and because that's not much it sounds reasonable, and everyone follows Tommy, lined up like tin soldiers. And Tommy's sister, whom I go out with just because she would?! Mindless fashion victim, in those ridiculous thongs. Her feet smell, too.

5 Threehundredandthirtyfour, threehundredandthirtyFIVE, threehundered AAAAND thirty SEX. heehee

6 Did you just smell that?

7 Feet, honey. Feet and composition rubber. Due to the fact that rubber does not absorb the sweat that is produced by the human feet, and sweat besides water and minerals contains all sorts of hormones, pheromones, ureae and carbohydrates, which when decomposing produce a distinctive body-odor, unpleasant to the human nose for the valid evolutionary reason of facilitating the identification of clean and hence potentially healthy mates ...

8 All good, honey.

9 Look, the seagulls back there. Isn’t that pure beauty?! The way they fly, close to the ground and sometimes, when the wind is just right, they manage to hover in the air on the same spot, for a few seconds only, before they break away left or right and celebrate their success with slaphappy tumbles. … Wanna go and grab a bite somewhere? After all it's Valentine’s day.

Won something I didn't want,
with a bet I wasn't ready to place,
in a gamble I didn't start.
What does it take to be happy with that.