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casual sex ..is it irrational? {yes} i think it`s time to find out why and soon i fall asleep, it`s nighttime. in a dream there`s a dolphin and a soldier, they`re walking through the sand and toward a morgue. in an office there`s a hostess who has carried our friend and wheeled him into a drawer. she pulls his file, the air is cold. down the aisle we follow her, i`m thinking casual sex - the feeling. casual sex - the soldier`s life`s the same as mine and he`s attracted to a nun. but the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet, a new wave soldier`s standing next to a young nun. the nun just has to pace, her gothic skirt over her legs, they`re getting warmer toward the insides and their tops. "the inexistence of time" is not a painting, it`s life. they`re into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses. the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet. a new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun. the sound of her voice, and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak. the nun just strikes a pose. the soldier`s helmet hits the floor. he`s walking backward until he`s pinned against stained glass.

casual sex ..is it irrational? {yes} i think it`s time to find out why and soon i fall asleep, it`s nighttime. in a dream there`s a dolphin and a soldier, they`re walking through the sand and toward a morgue. in an office there`s a hostess who has carried our friend and wheeled him into a drawer. she pulls his file, the air is cold. down the aisle we follow her, i`m thinking casual sex - the feeling. casual sex - the soldier`s life`s the same as mine and he`s attracted to a nun. but the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet, a new wave soldier`s standing next to a young nun. the nun just has to pace, her gothic skirt over her legs, they`re getting warmer toward the insides and their tops. "the inexistence of time" is not a painting, it`s life. they`re into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses. the feeling of sex is nothing possible yet. a new wave soldier is standing next to a young nun. the sound of her voice, and the handle of the robe are getting thinner as the whip begins to speak. the nun just strikes a pose. the soldier`s helmet hits the floor. he`s walking backward until he`s pinned against stained glass.

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