I missed your journals, I'm glad they've gone public. These work well as a narrative.
I always say to jeremy that that song is about our love because I am a lecher and i stole him from the cradle when he was a freshfaced nineteen year old. I'm like a one eyed cat, peepin in the seafood store. Im like a one-eyed cat, peepin in the seafood store. I can look at you and see you aint no child no more, woo-wee!
yeah, all sorts of fraidy cats shied away from that lyric and also the "I've been holdin it in way down underneath, you make me roll my eyes, baby make me grit my teeth."yow! But not Big Joe!
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And wept at our wintry Door:
Look! look! behold! Gwendolen
Is become a Clod of Clay!
Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!