quality whinging ever since the sound could be made the crying baby and the screaming child the panic the vomit i will tell you where it hurts it hurts all over like a pain that stops and starts ever since we have been apart
the japanese have the small machine market stitched right up no real market competition after the casual drinking and getting nasty no matter the badge nip on under the hood
i think maybe we have both done enough for today we could leave it for tomorrow and reshuffle the rest of the work
i cannot go to sleep until you say goodnight and where is my goodnight kiss and where is my goodnight fuck you think that is going to happen every night that is going to be a little rough on both of us
writing lists and ticking boxes has never made anyone rich or perhaps it has but more often it has allowed for accomplishments time is the ultimate luxury we hardly ever notice
i just could not help myself the drip line is volatile and has me seeing colour and sounds you see sounds yeh the sounds i see as colour so you still hear the sound no i hear the colour i hear the colour as sounds i hear nothing over the tap of you banging away on this machine
i am on the verge of losing touch i dont know what everyone else is doing can i still manage to fly under the radar too many sell outs round here no honest love of role love of mites scrambling over to a better patch of dog left hand on the joystick the right pushing all the buttons a little focus is required for the latin conjugations pairing the verb with the subject take matters into your own hands and erase the problem the terrible testy stress a greater preference for the little trix performance best