Of course girls just want to have fun and that that bastard won’t let me near them. I can’t even get out of the van for a little stretch me pins, goosy gander of a weekend without him breathing down my bleeding neck. No wonder he flirted with fascism all those years.
And no, I simply don’t buy his broken hearted bullshit! Short code for sublime selfishness that’s all it is. You can’t fool old Belial so don’t even try you devil! You beast! Man passes misery on to man. That’s for absolutely fucking certain!
You gotta move. No point standing still. Like the man says; ‘Getting no further away by not keeping still.’ That’s what it is. Life on the road. I wish I knew then what I know now. Rod twat. Oh far too old for this shit but please, please.. baby just one more kiss for Daddio?
So how did it all go wrong? Let me tell you then. Bohemia. Spring Time. 1674. I know, I know, I know!! I got carried away. How could I know how old she was? Fourteen going on four hundred!!
I’ve been through it again and again. All those turgid couch bound, straight jacketed hours boxing in my ‘Id’, my ‘Shadow’ with with doctors and shrinks. Neither Sigmund nor Karl could even come close!
Melech doesn’t have to chain me up like a dog anymore. I’m on top of it all. You’ve got to trust me on this point. On this point alone, but trust me you must!
Please let me out! Please God!! What do you expect from me?
I’m only inhuman.
lol, they weren't much to begin with were they? If you ask me you did the world a favor. Besides what did they all expect, you don't get some thing for nothing.
