continental version
we are out in the cold again going at it expecting that we may be in for it this time. there is a drowned lamb down in the ditch. augment what we are going to eat. stay candid in this best of all possible worlds. we are okay in paris. london, that whore of a city, had us fooled for so long. inevitably it will spill back into the spew pit from which it came. tonight in the bath i sing songs of abandonment.