I have four sheets of err paper in front of me. Fuckers are trading in cheap sentimentality and against it too hehe, err heh yeahh well we were glorious thinking back, bastards! We did it the way nobody else could have – and that’s testament to our youth and the instant generosity of it heh- BASTARDS! - same usual shit uhuh, ha-ha.
I go to bed each night - haha yeh I go to bed each night.
Getting tarted up and going out on the town. No- there is another death that’s been renounced; walking away with nothing but just the usual casual - that it ends there for tears and aspirations etc. Yeah I'll go to bed
