" luv i can beat that..... my nag stuck hers full force up between my cheeks with a hoof that had one of them fancy punk rocker accessoristions the edge decorated with razor blades ...
" righty ho so the you'll have to save it, from that Oracle Babe, and Charlie eisenstein lessons, ... you're just commin to the age of consent, in not being who you were..... prior to this exact 'moment'... eg Mister thief-Kerr, did a version of this later on just a few years ago, aged i guess about fifty two...
"which is perfect...one hundred percent full of every shard of broken razor blade picked out from where it hurts..... all of authentic reality is in every sound of his fingers sliding down the strings between strums of em...
" and the moron took it down..... and even this one, as a younger man is pastyish, triptych with the GOOD performance missing, ...
" nope only the post fifty can begin to get true art into their waffle..... and recycle those razor blades for either good purpose or more of the same old, but less authentic.... shame nobody told the tragic, unders...."
