My lyrics, rants and any other methodical spillage I think would be funny, clever or just plain fucking rude. Hurry up and hate it!!
Friday, 7 November 2008
No. 5
Hoad
Just so you know I never once crossed my fingers behind my back, There were truths to be told that couldv'e tore you in two, We made you drown, Swallow rivers whole And never regretted Your lesson learnt
This blog is so far up his own arse the only way to read it is by sending a three-strong team of experienced climbers with fully stocked yaks and rudimentary supplies on a complete suicide mission to retrieve his own ego. You heard me.
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