Drawing the Unicorn
You are lucky with the unicorns. I had a virgin one night. The time is already in the morning, the dawn blows in the window, I am in a half-sleep, the beauty snoops me in the shoulder and suddenly clearly expresses with an unexpectedly low voice:
Einstein by Neubauten.
The rests of my sleep fly away, and I worryingly ask:
What is?! to
Einstein by Neubauten. and cassette.
And sleep again. I am still alive and not dead. What was it? Did she call Satan? Or is it "the curse of Radical Kat"?
Later, she told me about her musical passions. At that moment I was nervous.