no I never though but really - a wee clip across the bonce for his devilish, dirty tonguedelinquent and dash it all rude ly roared reaction to my new bandmates. Lord a'mercy if matey , a mealy-mushed boy of Mancunian mothering didnae take me for a cunt and many a time that night from the belly of the sea beast that was the mosh pit of all moshpits out shout spittle flecked spewings of saddening and somehow sour suggestions as to my future path - in particular how i should get back to the Libertines...
fate wrapped up in foil, kinky swine. centuries of bad luck gambled away with that which was already sold
a tale already told
"Do you think i'm alright looking" she is haunted by lace, sidewards waywards is ----- catlike arched to curl or stretch her long impossibly tricky for words now to flatter or flatten or b e a u t i f u l - i mean, not glossy rotton roll beauty but the oh-no-another-traffic-accidentlooking over the last months passing few us by.. in the sweet by and by that allows my rare delight in a soul to be shadowed by how say we: saucy or so, or less physically minded and more lessening towards the point : a right looker. brahmer. sort. "
she looks away wideeyed. she did not hear me so far away is she
she was singing softly to herself or the faeries..
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