Fatboyslim is fucking in heaven
I’ve already got it
Oh god I hope I haven’t brought on some self-analysing crap on you. If there is anyone to do that, it would be me
Now dance
You’ve tainted my precious lips. Like two big plastic slugs
I didn’t think anything could make me smile on such a hellish journey. Cruising away, near a tear, huge smile. Only you do this to me
Try repeatedly thinking about white blood cells engulfing bacteria. What sound would it make?
I think the freaks will welcome you with open arms
They involve you, a blowtorch, a long string of tinsel and a rabid squirrel
Bald man. Grey bench. Dirty train carriages. Scaffolding. Talked to a man whose music can break down cancer cells
The occasional word heard through the drum and bass was thoroughly dry
If I could, I would fly through your window and drop the softest of kisses on your lips before you fell asleep
I just bought the most vulgar present for you