SHIT FUCK MOTHERFUCKER I had a mother fucking good night. Many handshakes with the Maker's Mark ending with a song by a godess of voice and keys. I knew before she started it would floor me. She was like a drug. And it didn't matter that she paid me little attention when I told her how gorgeous her new song was. And it doesn't matter how untouchable my mind tells me she should be. And there's the chance I never see her again, but the world is too small to keep me pessimistic. One day I may cradle her and make her breath mine. Or otherwise the world is too big and I may never see her again. I'd like to bet against that. And I hope for good odds. So lace up your brown suede boots and take your black velvet coat cause it gets cold out there. I loved how you made me fly and I'd surely put my hands on you. Oh what a wicked song this siren sings.