The maladjusted memory

Oh so you're here. Welcome. What am I supposed to say? It's not love. It used to be an obsession now it's just knives everytime I see your face. I hope the day dawns when you die in your own jungle. Your mind must be full of the plants and the trees and how tropical the disease I must have felt for you. You're Jane alright but do you want to be Tarzan as well? The 21st Century Jungle inside your living room. I don't want to be a camera inside your living room. You paint too vivid a picture for me when I don't really need it. Why do I get the feeling that I'm dying inside your memory and my body. Your feelings are tapped wires and I get electrocuted with them. It was probably sexual at the time - now it feels like bad nostalgia. Und ja, meine Herz zerbricht so ich bin schlecht! Bitte schoen, das ist nicht so gut. Ich reise heute ab. Ich wünsche, dass Sie werden