pills

blow bloody war of art. and the gods can stuff it too. taken me pills cos i know what will happen if i don't. that old muse will just have to hang about here and there. eventually we'll get there. i dunno what i'm doing. buttercup? from 'the harbinger of damnation'? well there's a lass or possibly very puzzled chap who just gone and upset his gods hey! you sure you're not me? doing that as well!! well smoking give me a voice like a tiny frog; but here comes another one!
' you were meant for me, i was meant for you, nature patterned you, and when she was done, you were all the sweet things rolled up in one, you're like a plaintive melody, that never lets me be,and i'm content the angels must have sent you and meant you just for me...'

gods help the lot of us. and i promise to do my all to help them. and i still have only a small idea of what i'm doing. apart that is, from being a tiny bit devious. or plain bonkers. goodnight, wherever you are, my sweetheart. unless you are a lady, in which case maybe you need a vet.