Lypophrenia

Prologue
Well it's easy to immerse yourself in Haruki Murakami's world: a fantastic journey into a subconsciously unknown destination, a labyrinth, and a library. Yes, ...

At last he managed to get rid of him, and rushed straight to the hotel. Emma was no longer there. She had just gone in a fit of anger. She detested him now. This failing to keep their rendezvous seemed to her an insult, and she tried to rake up other reasons to separate herself from him. He was incapable of heroism, weak, banal, more spiritless than a woman, avaricious ...

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft ...

When you raise your pencil skirt,
like a veil before my eyes,
like the look upon his face as he's zipping up his flies.
Oh I know that you're engaged to him.
Oh but I know that you want something to play with baby.

I'll be around when he's not in town,
I'll show you how you're doing it wrong,
I really love it when you tell me to stop.
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