I’m lost in adolescent wet dreams that don’t come fast enough.   You should have seen the look on your face.   The made up faces of people used to light a city grid.   This isn’t for me.   This just isn’t for me.   The cat is out of the bag.   You’ve got a lot to lose, but don’t worry;   the feeling is mutual.   All bets are off.   Every gain is void.   Next time, try to put some pride into your work.