a sceptic islefull of spaced out docile smiles ear to ear they listen and your soap opera life hides behind botox puffy eyes in the food bank queues its just me and you against the whole wide web world as the supertanker full of bored room wankers gains momentum and can never hope to stop itself moving unloved gloved skeletal hands mimes care and we'll be starved in their effective de-selection processed like the unnecessary a diseased of fowl mould scraped off cheese that actually heals miss out on the game doing all you could you moved to thr right area making sure your ideas for the kids are ok foresaking real community all your elbows are forever out scraping through desolate aisle lands in poundland forever Britannia nuke ruled by maniacs desperado despotics try to rule the brainwaves still have a tinge of Chenobyl...Fukushima we're all so glowing and many of us want to know why you're still buying it all. |