i dont know what she wants from me, she batters my heart like a careless fishmonger
but you still like her
isnt that the point?
What a way to escape the doldrum of the city. A 2am wake up call from Lewis Jones, home wrecker extroidinaire, stolen from my comfy bed above an ole gay bar - now the famous Pleasure Unit - taken to a city I've never even seen. Ive never seen such squalor and batury side by side since lazy days on the 'Cisco Bay.
no ben you have to come back?
more care than the nonchalence of the family, what did it say, why are you there.. all I know is sitting by the seine breathing the fresh air of a colden kronenberg sitting with a gang of french rudeboys (meet FBI, seventeen months in a new york penetentuary - trying to find a way to sneak to damn for more pollen to further pollute his recorded discrace - but stil he helped us out - for whatever reason we needed).
Not Even Irish!
The bars with their flamboyant triumph of selling cool black stuff - only to find meandering frenchmen, setting the sun with their own culture - but now we're sat beside a beautiful bar - drinking Ice Tea.
if anyone wants to join us, text me on 07759117508 (calls are barred by frenchitelephonicolisqueaquisceiounise.) . you only need a oner. the rest is up to your imagintation.
oh and peter if you havent already done what you were to do, then get over here for a bit, its all very relaxed - x - if your off then i wish you the best of luck and my hearts with you.