The hour is zero Rapid repeat of the minimal Pictures of music the essence of thought Driving though the pastoral bliss Sparks in the sky, running along the Autobahn
Wishful thinking, all comes to nothing We moved in together and for a time where as one The royal we, each one thought about the other The love was real
Yesterday on the high street I saw two blokes walking a chiwawa. An ugly dog, an excuse for a dog usually kept in the handbags of brain-dead W.A.Gs or Paris Hilton A-LIKE.
