It did happen - didn't it?
He's famous. Look at those eyes.
Decisions, decisions.
He is the high priest of 2625 I’m sure!
We must build a shrine and pray to him.
Today, i totally fantasised about bumping into him at the
beach here in Turkey.
And it *was* real.
Then, there he was.
And it was amazing.
Beckoning you over to him.
Assume the position boy did he say?
He just said 'hello' - with that look that says 'I know we are
supposed to be together'.
Or did he totally ignored you?
Maybe he just passed you.
I think I kissed him long and hard and nuzzled his beard.
Looking at females instead.
No, he's out, and then we went off to live forever. Together.
You were against the lamp post being obscene, you were
arrested by the Turkish police then raped
and mutilated with
cock by huge hairy Turkish types.
No, I saw the boarding passes ... the flight tickets ... the
amazing house and him - cooking for us in the kitchen.
Smelling of sweat, coffee, garlic and cigarettes on the floor of
the prison - ready for another day of being tossed around and
used by the inmates and guards alike.
Wake up! It's the call to prayer.
Wake up. Pray to Allah - for he knows the goodness of
2625.
He loves me, for he does
Are we dreaming?
2625 is a dream.
2625 is a reality.
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