Ghost1

she sells seashells for the pleasure that it gets to see the yuppies waste their cash upon the rubbish of the gifted

what a stunning compilation based on cutting edge pretension

and meanwhile back in TV land the arbiters of taste review the minutes of the metting on the habits of the nation

and for our hero the time has come

and they will say you are the only one.
and they will say that your time has come.

theres a moment when you wake up and you smell the bullshit brewing and you know it and you feel it there's a revelation coming

jesus christ almight who is pissing on my chips today

and all the way through latte land the predators of style prick their ears and their fears to the way the wind blows

schooled in elocution and stylish persecution.

she sell seashells for the pleasure that it gets to see the yuppies piss their cash away on edited highlights

and they will say you are the only one
and they will say that your time has come

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