Joseph's in the forest looking for the man that they call Peter.
I am in the bathroom looking for the marbles that I've lost.
The pig if flew out of the window, landing deftly in the garden.
Elly is in Hampstead desparately hunting for some moss.
I don't like your fashion business, mr.
I don't like those drugs that keep you looking so thin.
I don't like your fashion business, mr.
I don't need no cream to give me younger looking skin.
Ruth is down in southern spain, talking to my long long twin brother.
I just washed my eyelids and hung my blue coat high upon a cross.
The fish and spoon returned with plans for getting married in the autumn.
Jakob's leaving puddles in the bathroom for the bugs to skate across.
Making sense of wedsnesday is only rivalled by making sense of tuesday.
Tuesday's only rivalled by monday and perhaps sunday too.
A drink, a fuck, some luck and maybe we might keep the boat a floating.
Patching up the scars with some cardboard and some karma just might do.