Thank god that one recently on earworm ....
has been pig poked back into it's rightful place in history, the muddy pigsty of a faker fakin' 'is way to alcoholic oblivion....
having fucked up all his ' people' in his genes...
And the king of earworms is back.
Before his balls were gored by a passin' walrus called... " ohh you all gotta be like Mister Christopher Andy Murray Martimesque Bumfluff now... all sweet n fake" and they couldnt WRITE any more
never mimd perform it with magnificat Mrs Shakespeare on timeless Madam Macbethiam fruitjobbiness.... and laugh at a mere passin' storm...
But as for storms, i qpuld have prefferred to be on the cliff edge...
piss ... ( rememberin' to stick it out the leeside door)
on their pathetic words: ' bodily' ' visceral'.... bein' right in it
them
hurricanes...
Several indeed... ( goodun yesteraft)...
" confusion wanders in..."
blahh blahhh
" chaos and turmoil prevail..."
"HOPE is [ rightly] drowned..."
every perfectly nuanced primal scream....
" ahh but strangely we.... settle down..."
I know is the greatest psychotherapeutic relationship counselling moment in evolution... until the mermaids came along and slithered all over any ...common sense and primeval fact .. laying a trail of slug mucus ....
all the way to the door of even her rottin' hull....
merely a route to any ole penny farthing worth of they'll say ANY thing if they think it makes 'em...seem ..
... floatin proud above the sludge.... and maybe one day can cash in onit too....