mothers come inside the club w/ their kids to rock; writing & painting don't matter here; turning deep w/ skin like stone the small Russian hearts wet & perfect, getting busy w/ strangers w/ strange accents; mothers of Russian origin wearing ******* t-shirts that show off their back tattoos; leaving the state-soul dancing, looking prettily at the water by the window [eating blonde modern society] her lips at best running into his smoking arms; walking on ***** legs filled w/ blind virgins, sure, found unconscious on the floor in her year at French dream school w/ her books; brought home to her brother waiting to **** her **** caring friends; speaking freely but wrong; their lives brown secret met stupid [ ] Gina who wrote graffiti all over the cool painting; ***** is a genius, he asked for her brain to smell his story a long time ago at her birth, her mother died; [it was a guy's ode to yellow married music] drinking at the evil club & falling for her, [watching & eating, mankind turning to silver, in walked Christ talking of his origin to the mirror; reading her flesh, she started getting ****** up in the house & tore off her ******* like a Latina, [straight up **] (no connection)]