It’s getting awful lonely around the ‘bastard’s gentlemen club’
Shambles absolute shambles
It’s a pretty grim dawn.
So, go ahead pull the trigger, light the fuse.
Open the door, step on through.
It’s weird isn’t it?
That instant effect? That blaring distorting?
Zero apologies, no note, no comparative grievances.
This is a French exit of parallel thoughts.
Let’s go back to those hideous wilds with smiles on our faces.
Let’s get stranger again.
How about one last nasty scare before bed time?
One last gasp, one more really good cry.