How very strange i ever kissed you a little aphrodisia it seems so improbable now a little anaesthesia how strange that when you left i missed you i put a little heroin i can't think why, i can't think how in everything you took in how very strange i once adored you my hobby's domination i thought you walked out of some dream with a sideline in voodoo but now the way i felt toward you you're an abomination i find puzzling in the extreme in this, i feel as you do how very strange i was your cash cow everyone's good for something bought every round till you passed out i think i like this "rum" thing i wouldn't let you lick my trash now i've got a whole new project i spell your name with an umlaut your name?
I don't recollect...
How very strange i ever chased you my hobby's psychopharmacology as though you were my heart's one goal i give my love without apology and—how grotesque!—when i embraced you loathing physical contact it thrilled me to my very soul.
I'd rather keep things abstract how very strange i ever kissed you.