How come i haven't seen her on the streets... or rather backka beyond ones.
Wow that's rather good insta-memory in that it was about then, when they
invaded roughly twenty years ago,
monetising fake "hermitude" in Those Marches
I couldn't understand, all that rustic presentation and soulful wholesome
And yet nothing between them and their fanbase - all the arrivals
rivals, in nothing but performing nothing out of any real-person playbook
Merely illusion, icon, symbol, blanked out signpost, illusion,
pointing to nowhere other than their suburban bedroom transfusion.
Of regurgitated vomit,
not one atom of it,
ever in any way even reusable, or as real as pukka puke
(i bet that one's mutt's called MArmaduke)
cliff edge, suspense.... what did the truly 'beautiful people' man reply?
And why?
Later
Terms and conditions here whilst being more sublime than ever in life,
nevertheless those consumer electronics, no receipt!
to take back the worst offendin'
thats why you need a reliable wife.
Or THEY win..it's never endin....
Anyway all i care about is showing an organised loyal slave to her rhythm no matter what.
And what is as ineffable as the drugs piled up on even her hilltop table
And shitty daytime tv....
