Roll the righteous fuckery uplifting for the marvelous mystical tour-rider of torrential torment, the cluster bombed shadow of the bus boy doesn't decorate the trees until you're buckled in for a bombardment toward penance lane, don't worry we're all chewing seatbelt soup, woah look out through the windshield, it's the wrong way around, was that a double decker ripping the pavement up? I buried Pau-
10 of MY most favourite Beatles tracks (not in order): While my Guitar Gently Weeps, I Will, Fool on the Hill, Here Comes the Sun, I'm Looking through You, Across the Universe, Strawberry Fields Forever, Something, I'm Only Sleeping, Norwegian Wood
Look at all the lonesome dagger-duffles, who are they looking for? They are lonely because they keep their careful faces in a jar of collapsed coins by the shed door, no one was saved, who will they turn to? The man who sells candles for two pounds?