Sweet and plain unsignable name, that rings in my mind now… that strums me like a string.
So I am searching London.
Then I take an interlude.
And apparently it’s amazing (@po) [NSFW]
So I’ll need my fighting trousers!
There is nothing wrong with the cut of my jib.
So let’s get back on the path.
I’ve got two minutes… fifty four.
And yes… yes I’m changing.
Because it feels like we only go backwards.
