I stay in my bedroom.

It's the four of us, sometimes more of us but we stay in my bedroom.

We're laughing, drinking, off note but we're singing.

We're sking, not off slopes but coke has us being,

Naked freely, give the word "******" a new meaning.

Conversations like constellations of naked energy connecting in the darkness.

******* poetry so ****** is the concept.

I'm not real, please don't take ****** out of context.

Druken words from your voice just sounds like love & birds I must confess

I lust for Conversations of naked souls, I lust for con-***.

I lust to remember these nights even more, but that's a long stretch.

Til next time, sincerely, a gone mess.