look at my socks,
look at my socks
LOOK AT MY FUCKING SOCKS!
i screamed at no one in particular when i got back to my car following my latest little mooch. last week i braved the hottest day, today i got soaked again, non sweaty wetty i'm pleased to announce.
if i used the medium of moving pictures with sound i'd let you enjoy my squelch.
but i don't.
so i won't.
use ones imagination, thank you.
enjoy the mooch instead.
the access was easy the rooms pretty bashed about
hard times when your business goes tits up
i looked high i looked low, the HP sauce eluded me
just a depressing old DERP really
upstairs was no better, a bit of colour on the windowsill, a half turned book.
ancient light switches and the prancing horse
time to go, time to squelch
