The beat goes on…
OI ya little armadillos….how goes it? So term goes on, we drink more vino tinto, in fact we attach it through a drip into our bloodstream just to get us through the days and nights and days and shit of life…
We talk to our pencils as they respond to our liking in not replying at all.
We run through the torrential rain with millions of empty plastic bags to the multinationals – forever to recycle-recycle-recycle!
We become close friends with the laughing msn woman, a close bond enabling us to invite her round for herbal tea (god, she's a luscious loony bin or in the words of the brun hob "I cannae cope with the crazy bitch, man!"
And, oh yes, we listen to the goddamn killers and dance like armadillos, like we're in the 60s (aren't we..??)
THIS IS LIFE…so quit whinging y'all and get to it..RAAAA!!
love la loo and la O xx