(she won't " ehh up lass you're tough..." though i do or have let her march on before me.... knowin' there'sll be a kairos mo, sooner or later...after all we're on the same mission..... )
And die younger than need be...
of being so scaredy cat you bowdlerise your own truly magnificat
hymn to ....
not quite sure what...
BUt certainly NOT
what some scroffulous lil' nerd adjacent (what are they called ohh yes Scotties of Rhyl about a year or so ago.. those lads at school all two of em that were terrified of never getting a girl and thus started a disco... and then got into those BBC computers i never even saw.... so as to techy-doinate, and cover up their self hate....way before theis silly Silicone valley boys were blowin up poisonous plastic dolls, for their billionaire thrills)
BBC producer thinks having rediscovered his 70s record.... NObody ever listened to, but now we seem to have it
on 4chan every other day... when it was exactly what 1976 was designed to chuck up all over never mind those Scotty adjacent leather jackets...every fly-boy except the actual flyer ones, wore...
cos they're too adjacent to everything else, 'cept reality
even if Greg bowdlerises the greatest ending in all of musac and divinity....
splendid effort for an older fatty even accepting the terrible camera angles that made him look even fatter so fat likely he died of it before he could reclaim, times changing just a tad, the greatest ever "COMPLETE ME"
in history.
ignoring the first very Scottie adjacent nonsense...
as in all centuries there's only ever been one question
Anyway back to the point, and even if it may sound a tad grandiose, and copying the Master's Class..iest, NOW -living in history and bugger off with your unneeded anything ... and certainly not their flaky crucifix
of patinated, self hate
dressed up in a death cult high priestesses
nylon dress
on fire as she dozed off in even his sermon
about where it all started, soon to be deployed, The Mon
oooh thats rather good for insta-rap unplanned fast typed pap,
almost genius even if a tad grandiose
but when i get to 'god'.. with my firehose
And the annals.... no lil' boys involved
Their sins well.. even the "divine and universal whore" couldnt absolve
The amount of dirt i have on their soles
Never mind complete and utterly bad rhyming, arseholes
pinchin' and releasin' to the very opposite tune
they self promote all mornin. sometimes even afternoon
