there is a reason why the egyptians did not use veneer in their pyramids mate they were putting their hand into the divine an out of touch perfectionism wont it
sell them for a fiver is it innit nice ice a bit of crack out back would you like a piece?
look i am not going to incriminate with a denial someone who is unable to defend themselves. so if you need to blame someone then blame me. i will be your victim.
i have a few old photographs, a few good memories, a few good laughs, the taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair and where you have been. these fingers that linger inside my head and images of you in my bed, these things i have.
what then is an armchair farmer pray tell? a theoretical farmer listening to the feats yet to be achieved subsisting on the theoretical harvest eating spreadsheets nourished simply by the numbers drawn out of the hat sitting upon the head.
i return to socrates' place under instruction from plato who writes nothing down. learn with your head and hands. if you need to be constantly referring to the manual then you have learnt nothing.
yeh sure babes all a dream. i am just waiting for the onions to brown. i really need some patience in this cooking game. let me tell you. you are working up my heart beat. where are we going with this? are you sure? here? now?
no insect bite. the cause is internal. the skin is bringing a little something to the surface. exfoliate. cut back on the animal fats and increase the vegetable oils. cover the skin and brush me in. water colour sex.
let us be comfortable in the sand. the nettle is still stinging around the ankles like chili on the lips. i want to work out on your hips. just a well shaped piece of timber hammered down nook into nook.
walk into the store as if money does not mean anything to you, but when you are working act as if it is the most important thing to you. at all other times do not think about money at all.
pay taxes and die in the meanwhile wash dishes polish dishes wipe tables and mop floors a never ending wait for pension
the door is still not closing. oh wait, there it is. the classic snap and slam. pay more for a classic. depends on the condition, but even a rotting part for a classic is going to fetch a price. everything is salvageable. ever great limitability. not making those any more. memorabilia cost me the handle bar grips. the ones i did not want to buy, but i did anyway. obviously too much money. i ought to have known better. however i know think i am on the right path with the oldies. they are a better fit. snug. stay unseen, vary the days and the times and the place. hard to disappear in a small town run by kid gangsters killing time scratching at the surfaces and pecking at the lack.
feed the opiate eater poppy seeds and raise the voice up over the beethoven over the orchestra pit over the stairs into the upstairs apartment here come the problem inverters the boss is on the way no more middle men why on earth are these gates open
just have a little peak in here to see what is growing and i am pretty sure you know her on the window sill.
energetic stress get out there and conquer the world as you can push yourself further than one has ever been before and then a little more and always a little further do your own thing and live a trail of breadcrumbs cells divide master it and move on better yourself become your own genre
he does not really want to sell that machine posting late on a sunday evening with an inflated price and little information it is a promise to a girl that machine simply needs to be put up for sale no need to explain why it will not be sold promise kept
miss running the fingers through the red sea the dearly departed not saying something saying two thing many things at once and then saying nothing saying all things is as good as saying nothing make a definition a clarification take a stand hold a position broadcast a single perspective say what i want to hear be what i need right now get back to yourself when you are alone
as i drive through the snow a man comes on the radio and tells me things i don't need to know just to kill my imagination so
as i watch my tv a man comes on just to tell me how white my shirts really can be but he aint no man cause he don't smoke the same cigarettes as me
as i sit all alone a man calls me up on the telephone just to tell me all the things i could own none of which i could really condone
as i head out down below a man he screams and shouts i don't know what it's all about i just wish he weren't so loud
oh baby don't you see what you mean to me
oh baby don't you see what you do to me
oh baby don't you see
i'm on a losing streak
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