i am just an animal looking at woman
all i can hear is 'i need some medicine'. unfortunately they are relying on me. i am growing sick of watching people eat. it stays seen and i have seen it all go down the face hole. the cult of the restaurant i want out. through dessert coffee and digestives run out on the bill close the till mop the floor and lock the shutters. throw the keys into the canal. come on then, cross the road.