Adam, your eyes are darker today sky before thunder your smile hidden in clouds of thought is it my lips? /or perhaps my thighs?/ or my breasts is it the way I play with the other animals when you lie on the blades of grass suffering between a rock and my curious nature
Adam, dreams and dreamers can only meet under the same tree every day, this is the only thing we own the only thing we know. Adam?....Adam!!
'DON'T TOUCH THE DISPLAY' my foot!
...oldest story in the book. Dedicated to my Adam.