Ouch, ouch.
We were lost in a time spun by historic dramas spun/span the years before as a mark of Mans inhumanity, and listless I cannae speak of times because it wast the time before, of the time before d' y' ken??
Dreamt of being The Hulk; a giant green, muscle-bound monster, but I just couldn't jump high enough like he did.
Do you follow.
Do we follow in the times of internment, of bric-a-brac minds that filter out truth to the speakeasy options that bus ride us outta the main way of things and I wanna sing, well, right but not kinda right..
Does that make sense?
2 very cute, young, lovers peer over a laptop making use of this pub's WiFi- wireless Internet connection. Soft touches, gentle embraces, to their lesbian tenements, offered up in alcohol ease.
Pub quiz. Questions asked.
Questions raised in Parliament as England calls for something?
Why? What? When? Where? How? Who?
Who are those who endanger the lives of their neighbours?
And let the bloody witchhunt begin.
'And let slip the dogs of war'
'Hey, Bill is playing the anger dollar, a lot of people are feeling that at the moment, that's a big dollar!'
Bill Hicks, as above. Even so long on, he makes a point; 'when did banality become a good thing?'
I paraphrase.
I succumb to myself.
I digress.....
I progress...
through a mire of shite.
When do we stop.
When, like the gentleman at the Edinburgh; Princes St, said, 'they'll do anything to get famous!!'
When do we say enough is enough?
When do we go, I am responsible.
I am...
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