not that one can ever believe any 'stat'....as we discovered a decade ago
And even if you exist, you won't get this:
The dance, from dawn.
Dawn meaning exactly eight hours from noddin orrfff....always.
As i said "Pavlovian response".....
Gazza......
Hahhh the blackmale material on errr....
"Thanks..." she rit
Oh, love...
Love, Love...
The
No let's go back to yesteraft...
"i can truly honest guv-luv say ' the chronicle is truly ...great...' Montaigne eat yer eart out... sorry matey... things moved on..' "
But it's never about them.
Even if the press are after im....
It was two men at a gate....my fuckin gate...oh well....
But its the dance from dawn...
And the true love innit:
The words i cannot say of course, nor think but
All of it, ballies on the tale... Skippy at her wail....
junkies at my gate...
My gate
My gait from dawn always just....works
The only true define of arpiness...
Apart from having the time and space to enjoy those naughty little bubbles of pinning needles and yummy twirlers
In the tummy
Twirling.
I would not have had one second of it - all of it, a decade of it, any other way.
