Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures. Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders. Like a peppermint eaten away. (will fight, will I swagger or sway? ).
It was just like a dream, yeah, a surreal scene, like a blue orange. I thought my senses had gone, like I was writing a song about a foot-long. Syringe.
European Maids, hard to ignore. You, me and the boys, barred from the shore. Fresh-faced imbeciles, laughing at me. I've been laughing myself, is that so hard to see?.