As far as he was concerned, it would be the last.

Sometimes, sweet dreams are made of the most random stuff

Oh, my beautiful SuperDom! Weren’t we just amazing together?!

I hoped to exhume my shenanigans

To exude nothing but sparkling wheeee!

Ice-blue, ethereal

I entered the Olympics with my twin,

The bellyflop’s our discipline.

Never a dull moment.

I worry you worry we worry worry worry...

My head is like a dandelion gone to seed,

Jura mountain, stony tracks,

Excited children in the back,

Guaranteed to return

Acceptance is so damn difficult

like a sniper in the night

Why would she when each attempt at calculating the odds

Ended in a bout of mindboggling vertigo?

It’s full of air, a giant bloat,

As though I’m pregnant from a ghost.

She wondered whether her story might blow up in her face,

Spattering her skin with the ink of thousands of wasted words.

My teenage years they were formative (Yo!)

Back in Viareggio where I lived.

Say goodbye to unpegged socks and thongs!

Today, she should have chosen absolute silence

Well it's too late baby, well it's too late...