i'm caught in excitement, an unusual spell. it's pure in a sense and abstract from our lives. we talked a lot, abstraction came into focus. her tales of the tour and a hardcore life were unmatched by the pop subculture in mine. we talked a lot and soon it would come into focus. there's no time for fighting, any sex is personal information not appealing to me in any sense at all. is it wrong to hink i'm a traditional man? i'd hope i'd be up for an annexation of that. yea, a part of me can deal with this open relations; but "concept" to "do" is like "yes" to a "goal"... it's unclear how it happens, maybe we'll act how we planned it. we sure talked a lot and soon it came into focus. there's no time for fighting any sex is personal. keep your head above the meaning and devotion doesn't swell. any sexual encounter adds an awful twisting touch. it's like scamming in the 90's but getting used to this is hard.