
There is no point at which to start .... but there is an end, I just can't see it yet.
(sounds lame .... you haven't seen shit yet!)


when I was younger I never thought I'd :


I’m not meant for this city
I’m not meant for this town
I don’t want to be a cool kid
Drinking in the cat grounds.

This quiet diet builds a riot bigger than the funeral pyres
Burning boldly at the banquet laid for three
Twice they ran and thrice the man
Fell down, “slow down” but down he fell alas.

I apologise everybody.



So many, too many monstrous tangents - 
