Now, we get through. We are finally there. In this place.
It is the no-place. It looks badly good, shortly tall, magnificently ugly, arrogantly humble.
We get into this court, court of justice.
it is so un-just. Yes! No! Me. You.
Aren't u with me? But we are the same. We are one.
And one becomes two.
U r cute! Cutely awful!
I smell badly! Badly awsome!
Good goes around. And comes bad.
You and me. Together in this; 'cuz me and you... apart we get.