Nice to meet you, stranger
You look like I love you from somewhere.
  
We’ve got three whole lives
to exchange pleasantries.  
Yours. Mine. Ours.
  
But just for now,  
can we go back to my place
and set each other on fire?
  
I only ask because, tonight
I’m inflammable.

I ran out of fire extinguisher at 3 am.  
Oh very well then,  
I reckon some forest fires  
you can only douse,  
if you are to burn with them.


Don’t worry sweetpea  
it’s not going to **** you yet.  
You’ve still got some time to serve.
Some storms to weather.  
Some flames to persevere.  
Some houses to burn.  


When you’re done rebuilding the city from scratch,
When you have eaten enough rubble to be able to call it home-food,
When you’ve drank sweet sweat and craved for blood in a chalice instead,
You may leave.  


Congratulations my love!  
You have lived.

You see that woman’s frown line talking?

It has limbs of its own- arms, legs alike.

“I’ve have been fleeced”- it moans incessantly.

Why may I ask Madam?

“I had asked for breakfast in bed. They served me devil in a teacup instead.”

I may have given some of me to you on rent

Please don’t ask me to give you my alone.

It’s mine forever to keep.

As much as it’s yours forever to seek.

I will live to see the day when my forlorn is so inexhaustible

That the world makes renewable energy out of it.

It is then, I die in peace.

Through a prayer,
I saw your face,
And that was rather funny,
Cause a religious man,
I am not,
I don't believe in the holy beast.

I heard your name,
In a long sung Hymn,
It sounded rather sweet.
But that is odd,
Cause my sweet lord,
A Psalm I can't perceive.

The holy wine,
Caused me to dial,
You at your hour of sleep.
But then again,
It's the strangest thing,
Because only tea's what I fancy.

The lord speaks,
To me in tongues,
About your great beauty.
And the strangest bit,
Is God's my trick,
My favorite devilish feat.

A witchers walk,
On the sleepless hollow,
I did bring to you.
On a long dark trail,
In the middle of the night,
When you thought me done and through.

A simple spell,
In a simpler way,
I did cast on you.
The word for which,
No mortal can sing,
Without a pensive groove.

LOVE is simply,
A wonderful thing,
Like bees and bears and schools.
LOVE is simply,
An immaculate thing,
Like a coroners sheet and tools.

LOVE flowers,
In a meadow of despair,
Everytime I see you.
LOVE flows,
Like a poisoned Sake
That insanity sees through.

So in my spell,
Forever you'll stay,
Eternity will pass through.
In a glance,
Without your will,
I'll forever be with you.

A book?
A book!
A book!
A book.

Sometimes, he really didn't make any sense to her.
But she was sure, she didn't make any sense to him either.

She had asked him for a solution to a predicament. He answered with a question of his own.

There eccentricities were boggling, to people and to minds like the white spots around your eyes or the colour violet.

There was a point he was building upto, she was sure. Well not sure, hopeful really.

"So why a book?" She asked?
"Why not?" He answered!
"How would a book help me with my existential crisis?"
"Well, a book has been credibly established to allow people to travel through time. So how does one derive the question to 42? By a book of course. How does one spend 5 hours in 4 minutes? With a book! When the questions are more elusive than the answers, read a story taller than the empire state building. And you'll probably fly through existentiality, well of one form at least. Books are what make sure that time doesn't remain linear, but rather flows like a twizzler in a baby's hand."

"That was so nonsensical it actually made a little sense", she thought. She'd never tell him of course, his head was inflated enough already.

"So", he continued, "Read a book, and I'll read with you. And maybe we'll find the question to your question in the blink of that naked surety you find in the split second of absolute consciousness between the pages."