I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
Oh yes, la vie manqué went on a frolic of its own, all right.
The old me would have appended something to that sentence, but the new me knows that even if you nail the follow up all qualifiers weaken the case.
Where better to release your demons than the Black Forest? It’s absolutely full of hobgoblins and that sort of thing; no one will notice.
Got an earworm, wired for sound. Just saying, that's all. AM, FM, he is full of static. Living with an Earwig (1959)Take a look at my hair, it's realAnd if you don't believe what I say, just feelI'm gonna lock it up in a trunkSo no big hunk can steal it away from me. It … Continue reading Walkin’ about with a head full of music.
Hyde Park is the main stomping ground of the anti-terror squad isn’t it? Half of the people in it at any time work for Special Branch, everyone knows that.
It should be daunting, under the studio lights, the cameras pointing at you, the potential of everlasting shame close at hand, yet I feel calm.
And so, like a fast-tracked graduate trainee about to start the real job, all the attention was suddenly switched off, and we were ignored for the next four hours.
But I kept the mallet because there’s probably some science on it that can link me with the scene of the crime.
Have you noticed, that there’s a delicious irony at play here? That his is a weak mind, over which he holds dominion, whereas mine is strong, and is the master of the body in which it resides.
Imagine that prick coming down the corridor at you with a syringe full of something.
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