gathering a storm of spew
I'm a market stall wierdo
feeding me face with the mixed pulse
Are you following me?
Oh, are you following me!
I wouldn't if I were you, in case of pavement pizza plungement to ground level, in a sickly slippery slide of creamy gingerbread milky goodness and all day brekkie.
Thank heaven for the shoring up by Steak, chips and dark rose stem pointy pricks!
Cereals and pulses, my best hat! I know they're supposed to make yer heart healthy, but Rice Crispy Broth?
Biff, Baff, Broth.
*cough*
*vom*
