Chapter 1: Sympathy for the devil
Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!
Screw you!
Again!! Fuckin kill him man!!
(dishkiaun... dishkiaun, dishkiaun)
Ya let's go!
[At HQ]
Where da fug is the guy?
Fuck!!! no!!!
(dishkiaun,dishkiaun)
Chapter 2: California dreamin'
You see ppl, I am new to this city. It feels weird you know. Fuckin strangers everywhere after a familiar home...matter of time though!
See that chic? faggin with a book in hand! Oh fuck, how i wish i knew her rite now!
Omgwtf!!!! Here she comes!
Chapter 3: Serenade
Fagher: Fuckin hopeless!!! Even the fag tastes like shit!! Never felt like this in some time man
BMG: Light this lady! Serenade the dawn!!!
Fagher: Oh fuck!! yeah,baby!
Chapter 4: Me and Bobby Mc Gee
Fagher: I love you baby!!
BMG: I love you too sweetheart!
Fagher: I am scared!
BMG: Don't be sweetheart! It'll be ok.
Chapter 5: Perhaps,perhaps,perhaps...
Don't fuckin shoot!!
Where the fug is the money?
I really don't have a clue!!
Where were you headed
Chapter 6: Dream a lil' dream
[Uma Thurman sittin by a window sil when it's pourin cats and dogs outside]
[John Travolta havin a smoke over breakfast on a cloudy tuesday morning in a wayside restaurant]
Chapter 7: Kissin a fool
Time: 00:43 hours, Saturday
Place: Zero-candle bulb lit room of mine
It's rainin outside as I several thoughts queue up in my head
To be continued...
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Story of your love. Past, present, and perhaps, future?
Yes, yes, Goobe, you sneaky bastard. A little birdy says you are to be seen around town these days in the arms of a rather cute girlfriend.
I second that previous thought...
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