Years of rambling the streets and o levels, and o 1 a level, two weeks in north London polytechnic, lured away by promises of more money, act or react.
Struggled like a crouton in the bullabaise of life in England anyway, . Now live in sunny Menorca, recently gave up drinking again and am currently in very dark moods but creating more, have a bit of a tan and am jolly, and the sun gives me strength
my girvriend is fat and all she ever talks about is food
she never tals about anything else
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I walk through the green field, covered with violets
its beautifull to my eyes, messengers of the sacred venus
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The zombies are here, and they're not even nice
If your a pinhead then go on a holiday
one might even say that you work for satan
life is a precious gift, the days are inconsequential, until you follow the map, enter the forest
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I was denied love
left in the forest
left to pluck daysies in a green meadow
anywhere i could not hear the bells
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