My hands appear to smell like blood. {unched a hole or two in a sign or three.
Nor gonna compete with dad, he still loves me. But hear you know the bard from
shit. Step up then, as I had to. Out damned spot. Q'uest'ce q'est c'est le
mot pour rien? what is it that I am smelling? Buh'bye heart of mine, buh'bye.
Were we competing? Give me a minor 7/4 or shut the fuck up. brutality? I
smell it now. g'night, g'bye, g'life.
06012005