Words, words, words. Tea, dark chocolate, apples, grapes. Sleek wooden table, black-rim glasses, strawberry-blonde, face like an angel, eyes close, be here with me, it's like a dream, it's like a film, her arrest and mine, pleasure, delusions, your naked body, and mine, it's true, you like me, animus, wake up, world will shed its tears, your Soviet Republic, my herbal cure, the soil here is full of dwarven extraterrestrial bones, I've seen them, ufology, psychology, I adore your intelligence, foreign translator, English in films, those bones really belong to an alien skeleton, they have fewer ribs than you and I, I wonder if they have human emotions, gamma wave firearms, they are gray, not green, they have electrical output, luminous and organic, composed of strange mechanisms I do not understand, living system, activated combat sensors, brain waves, threshold of light and life, it's fascinating, interfering, hallucinatory state, like exploring a hologram, crystal lattice, intentionally sent to Florence, Italy, South America, Peru, a loneliness that last for weeks, energy like a turtle, sweet things, my notebook, the wire spirals, the secret magic of you, protect me from my madness, my vampire fangs, red cliffs, soft, blonde hair, model for a painting, helicopter platform, disturbing old footage, hospitals, medical police, arteries, imprisoned in a bed, you make me timid, and you accept my feelings, arrive with tea, be calm, books on a shelf, we belong together, like two smiles, harmony.