CAN YOU HEAR THE MUSIC

And can you believe that Malmö town has Eurovision song contest but no red cabbage?

Keyboard is up

But where is the natural talent

Inside you inside me, I guess

Today an Observer on crack or holy water high fived me by the graveyard and I wanted to kill him with an ax, but he was American so I forgave him. This consistant tone when writing will hopefully disappear when autistic Christopher (Now paranoid on a train to London) is read through. Im worried about what Ulysses will do.

Baby. Please read me a story next time we meet. From the middle of a book, if you want.