Now as the exacetrmoment arrives
All i know is in twenty years Ive had them mine fave chords - a cross between What some Stevie may wear to a Stevie, trhen...and what Rupert's girlfriend bought him to be seen at the huntin...
And i haven't even put on one millimetre around my wast
(the best bit of what a day ... walking by the colourful hattists place.... of duping her, i mean does she think i didn't go ALL the way...all.... )
Anyway yes so all that matters is i know one hundred percent for sure how he did it... Gabe...no not the wan version who took so long to get his hot 'n cold Bathsheba... i mean a real man would have started the fire himself just to see her runnin out in her petticoats, test her flounce and fake fieriness for bucket o wateriness
Forever she will be known as The Lemon-aide... of the real "juice runnin' down" a certain bit of the anatomy....
the actual them one.
And then the Little Miss Flowers for.... well the definition of a 'gentleman' is don't even do THAT mind-fuckery, without consent....
Hmmm having accepted Mister lemon really was the one who junky like could rise above the junk (there is NO way i am ever even listening to only ever goddess, Dawn Upshaw and Katovican Goreckerrs and his sublime third again actually experience - lived, within exactly how the Rupert-James-Tarqs whom forever really do need to be called The Rudis.... and their expensive one-week-a-year red bobble hat's .... have captured classical musac when it suits them to be seen all erudite and High-Court-judgeish... for the crowd....
watching
And their mum's or inlaws...well would they appreciate " aeroplanes are very dangerous things and deprive humanity of peace and quiet i know where it all is..... never mind surely the best ever version of a noisy ....superstition....
I think i shall ordain that is played at the funeral of a pathetic little squirt who never let go .... even tried to false Allegate his way to god only knows what
(they hatED me as i awake much earlier than them....and have a simply pinsharp 29 1/2 inch waist forever ... brutalist...memory..
so as to one day turn all their foibles into odes and 'orribles, that i know will languish in posterity
god mine was svelte perfect yesteraft not even a puff up her underwhelming not very high hills... )
Righty ho not one word more with one of em.... i havent already foraged and abundantly gathered and harvested a fewtoo
Until the unbowdlerised straight up, in your twofaces first edition is ready