I know where you live.
I know where you work.
I know what time you wake up.
I know when you go to bed.
I know which buses and trains you use.
I know where you do your shopping and what you buy.
I know your favourite places to have a drink.
I know where you buy your underwear.
I know when you're sick.
I know where you go toilet.
I know where your friends and relations live.
I plot your every movement on a huge map with coloured pins.
Will you go out with me?
You remind me of my mummy
May I enter you?!
You don't sweat much for a fat lass
'Did you hurt yourself'....girl replies naively 'when?'...'when you fell from heaven?'
Is that a ladder in your tights or a stairway to heaven?
For years I have searched for that which has haunted my dreams; for that image which chases me every waking moment of every day, but I had begun to think it all in vain, a figment of my tortured consciousness, a lost memory from childhood, maybe even an image of my mother from birth, but now that I look upon you here under these lights, your lips pursed, sucking hard on that dummy, your nappy hanging loosely around your lithe midriff, your slender fingers caressing your rattle, I believe I have found that for which I have searched longer than time itself. I long to explore the deep caverns of your mouth and to be by your side when you finally begin teething.
moriarty
Nice shoes...(uncomfortable silence)...wanna fuck?
Do you like knives? I like knives.
"I wanted to tell you about my day taking photos of flowers with my camera and tripod but I was worried that I might sound really gay because I really want to have sex with you but assumed that any sensitivity gives the impression of a weak male attempting to have sex through emotional exploitation."
I have two shoes. Alternate version: I have a shoe for every foot.
"Excuse me, my son would like to plough you..." -Peter Griffin *Legend (credit where credit's due)