Guitarded by Hello Spiral

This isn't a put on. This scruff really wants to put rock n roll in the ground. If you soak the ego in whisky long enough it becomes a dissonant crank. NO MORE MUSIC.

Some points from the player.

• Walking through strangely luminous walls of garbage, until then I will never believe in you so much.

• 20 x 14 RAWSTOCK GDNS, half a chunk of my daily dose of being robbed. I actually just think this is a clowncore thing, unrelated to ice-cream care for the feet of the soft lady. We don’t have anywhere to store car doors. WANTED: Standing coat hunger, wardrobe, chest of drawers (Kentish Town). Enjoy your blood vinegar. The doors get slower every day, the doors get slower every day. Like sugar and mint on top, and then an undertow of dense breath smell. Functional head’s doubts entomb us like giant towers of pigs. Bruxism headache. Nice weather for xenophobes. Add insult to insult.

• Snitchcraft, the end of life below the spiders as we’ve known it. Colonorectal fear. Gamer girl fart carts. Something else round and brown. Download more night. You’re telling me a ghost wrote this book? You can’t control the direction of the wind but you can adjust your balls. He brought him to the sweetie realm and uhm’d him to death. A problem too boring to share, like a kilo of rice and naming all the grains, aesthetical microaggressions are no laughing matter. Privately amused by the not-quite non sequitur. Sinking your teeth into the texture of now, that dread would disintegrate. Kinda looks like this guy looks like this guy looks like this guy looks like this guy embraced the bald. Forbidden gun emoji. Levitating window cleaners eating a big fucking skeleton-shaped pizza. Looked like nipple chafing from running but you’re full of asbestos. We are all evolving into crabs, laments of the garbled man. Convenient racist t-shirt. Pat the background object. If I didn’t have worms before, I definitely do now. Indulgence in moral turpitude, musta done a slid at least. Made dinner and ate it…you cannot replace the imposter. Photograph of a model modelling. “I’m not really bothered about that hole right now cos I know what it is and I know where it is” Probably hungover from the fireworks. I get all my shitting done before I leave the house. We will take the piss.