freak or unique?  well there's only one of us in the end, in the beginning too, and whilst alive, there is one of us, unique...  stand. at ease. as you are. <3 p="">
Uniquely You, whatever sad, had that, hard hat, soft ead n mrs and mr soft 'eart you're wearing you're wearing on you sleevesies, whatever you are, are meant to mean, to bee or not, when read from the perspective of someone who loves to engage and connect to a story only told once in an age, then over and over until you sit with mother and father, and are ready to listen...  Mow let's begin. Alarm cocks for Country-Men and Cuntry-Women, no more pressing snooze, not no more, y'll hearin' me now?!?  Y'all ready for diss?!?  ease dis out, out disease... do Do DO... ONE  <3 br=""> 
"The Enterprise is under attack! You Must Get Up And Do Something!"
This no surprise to most who knew all along but chose to ignore me again
Cos I have a habit of crying little red riding wolf when i meant to reconnect
With my Granny whose own eyes are so big they can devour the world again
if we're not careful we'll lose out pocket money and end up playing billiards so.
Just remember the fifth of november this year, go to trafalgar where we triumph
Anonymous is nothing.  We can handle the truth.  We won't forget tilll we forgive,
those who trespassed against us, on our land, get orf, or i'll shoota warning shot,
across your bowels, gutted we aren't and may never be together like duh already,
down to my nuts in guts, a low hanging fruit, the bhudda pine nuts 'r' us, fruiting...
n nutting the headboard whilst fucking this place right into the middle of next week.
after all, when it's said and done, instead of just a load of old hot air from bangers
n mashers...  Super Smashing Great. MASHED ;) <3 p="">
tears of joy for the lemon juice or lime that prevents my tears from falling on deaf
ears...  Wake you up before I goo goo.  Go Jonny go Go GO.  Come number 16
your time has arrived, now live it, fully.  Loving this, transfoamparty=nature=ally.
Naturally transforming those of us no longer in a rut, or a nutshell, 'im n 'er in a
nuthouse for nutshells fired from mortar boards and plastered boreds dressing,
rooms in the house that jack built, gets such a bad name cos once he dropped
the ball only for it to break like so many eggs in so many pertential pototal tot
a shot a dram a slammer a baited jail for those who consider love a crime...
It's never too late or too early for those who know their minds trappings,
them here instead of heres, theres an' everywheres <3 br="" escape="" excaped="">
for one et all, et tu? quetal?  que et al?  i can call you buddy, n u can
call me me HaL. LaL Laughing a little or a lot until i burst at ye 'ol
seems, seems to me this ought to end happily ever after i've lost
my train of thought down a one way track to oblivions or
oroboroses' where we gives punks an robs a recipe,
Rosie coloured Adult Röschti not a Roths Child
no longer sucking at the teat, of her haggered
him hampered, off to a teddy bares picnic
deep down in the woods, where shit
happens to sans-wish, no thing
can come true unless we
believe it can can can
high kicks for all of
you who are no
longer jus the
two, off us.
Two kind,
two kids,
in loves.
out agin
off all,
offal..
laffoff
leaves
grows
all my
wifes
lovas
lives'
love
Jon
x