Greetings to 2009 and a maternity ward of possibilities.
I hope you are all well as this leaves here.
I've heard it said that people who wear black are afraid of death.
Does that mean that people who wear black are attached to life.
That doesn't seem to fit.
I think people who are attached to life wouldn't wear anything!
This love is right on top you know.
This love is really fine.
Your love's about to blow you know.
O where O where is mine?
(Sung to moving in stereo)
Kilograms and killergrams
Killer grans and kinder gangs.
Like a BMW with a dent,
ahead a source where horses went.
A coloured parasol parfait,
a parasail or pair to sell.
A parsifal to parse the cells.
That's the quest for jest or zest,
lest every squirrel needs a nest.
