AKA BC Flash Blast 40
22:43 June 18th
"When fishes flew and forests walked"
Give me a dirty woman or a filthy one
A path long grown over
I am older now and stumbling some
There was a fire in my head
A woman wailing for her lost love as if it made a difference
Are you willing to sell, for a shilling, your soul?
Imagine midnight in a forest
"Big fleas have little fleas, upon their bike to bite 'em"
From the scrotum of the yak
When a rainbow sighs and the heart leaps
Repeat after me...
Hundreds of fucking daffodils
Flowers will grow in lovely gardens and in shit
The train stopped at a place I can't remember
In the shade of an ancient tree
No God, probably
Sympathy is in the dictionary, between shit and syphillis
Choose left or right and get on with it
Already said: the moon's a balloon.
under the shade of a coolish tree or something
"Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays"
He baffles fat detectives
"She was poor but she was honest" and didn't know to sue