granted it was this winter
would have froze to death
had i not been well-equipped coming home

that's the tip of the ice berg
russian vodka - no - russian proverb - no wind is too cold for the love

well ain't that true
and ain't that the second time i get caught in the wind
and guess, what, since this is narrative poetry, i f'ing forgot the tickets

the old, i forgot the tickets; forgot to bring them with

i made it to the bus, and got on the bus, paid there, however...
well i couldn't find central station in växjö either, and the train ticket were not with

if it doesn't fit you must acquit - said johnny cochrane
and the guy in inglorious basterds something about the shoe fitting like cinderella

the cinderella story, the underdog, doesn't appear to be napoli pizzeria
or that nice italian café with lady, and, the, tramp

see the bad boy image, if anyone here ...don't stray from your narrative poetry... wants that on me, fine
i'm as calm as a fruit stand in new york, you have read ''the idiot'' by dostoevski right?

what a night, no it ended only being a day, i mean the 4000 kr hotel room Eksjö was a planned deal, but i ended getting picked up at the växjö church

thanks for the brilliant bio.  well if you read the title it did not stray, at least.