There's a noise, it crosses oceans. It just leaves memories behind it. A smile or a slap, they have the same sound. Skating on thin ice is silly, not a funny or a brave thing.
If the noise passes throught my brain, will it erase my past? Or will it determine my future?
I can perceive a scent. I guess it's Gianna Michaels. Her femininity is so disruptive that hormons fly in the tropospehere.
