I’d go out to a Genesis track, or Led Zep, or something equally shite so that you had no regrets about leaving the earth and all its mediocrities. Then you’d just have to hope that you died before having to listen to it all the way through.
Jan 23 – Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever, never seeing no one… nice again… like you, маму. Youeroou, маму. Yoouereroooou…
And we become confirmed in this view as we now receive hints of a hatchet-job commissioned by God’s inner circle (Tammy Wynette, Thora Hird, Roy Castle, George Formby, John Conteh, James Stewart, and Sammy Davis Jr).
Jan 12th – When you’re smilin’, when you’re smilin’, (the whole world smiles with you))))
I was guilty of a sort of casual, lazy, bias; my Norwegian acquaintance, however, was an actual racist.
9th April – Who will tie it up with a ribbon, And put it in a box for me?
Now I find myself in a genuine predicament. I really cannot choose between suicide and arson.
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