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I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
and eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocation
who's fast and thorough and sharp as a tack
she's playing with her jewelry, she's putting up her hair
she's touring the facility and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt,
and a looong jacket

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
who uses a machetti to cut through red tape

with fingernails that shine like justice
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass
she is fast and thorough and sharp as a tack
she's touring the facility and picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt,
and a long, long jacket

I want a girl with a smooth liquidation
I want a girl with good dividends
at Citi bank we will meet accidentally
we’ll start to talk when she borrows my pen

I want a girl with a short skirt,
and a long, long jacket...


Cake. "Short Skirt/Long Jacket"

< What's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers
has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect. So the insect is drawn to this flower... Its double, its soul mate... And wants nothing more than to make love to it.

After the insect flies off, it spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. How could they know that because of their little dance, the world lives? But it does.

By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large
and magnificent happens. In this sense, they show us how to live. How the only barometer you have is your heart. How when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way. >

"Adaptation"

< What's so wonderful is that every one of these flowers
has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it. There's a certain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect. So the insect is drawn to this flower... Its double, its soul mate... And wants nothing more than to make love to it.

After the insect flies off, it spots another soul-mate flower and makes love to it, thus pollinating it. And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance of their lovemaking. How could they know that because of their little dance, the world lives? But it does.

By simply doing what they're designed to do, something large
and magnificent happens. In this sense, they show us how to live. How the only barometer you have is your heart. How when you spot your flower, you can't let anything get in your way. > "Adaptacija"

< you may have been a headache, but you've never been a bore... >

< Viskas būtų gerai, jeigu ne tas gyvenimas. > J. Gimberis

< kiekvienas turime būti moteriškai vyriškas ar vyriškai moteriškas; geras rašytojas turi būti androginiškos sielos, kuri yra harmoninga, kūrybinga, įkaitusi iki baltumo ir vientisa. >

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