by Brian McCloskey
Magic moments. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Property is theft! My master plan failed. And every dream has a name. The heat is on. I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you. You’re beautiful beyond words, you’re beautiful to me, you could make me cry. Bloody microwave. I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since that I haven’t thought of that girl. Born to lose. You turn me on, man; you look like one of the brothers! I know a secret. These shoulders are real.