viaduc
How many lives are you intending to live? Open up the could doors and
let them creak softly. Go sit on the floor between a pair of legs. Just
looking for my nearest viaduc.
Just give the sound a
little more accent, a little more dialect, a little more time and place,
and a lot more hiding place. Qu-est-ce que j'ai du? Une question
peut-etre. J'ai envie de connaitre. Tell me a story. Je pense que tu es
fous...folle. Je pense que vous etes fous. Then everything turns ma
culine on your arses. Voila, le genre devient visuelle.