Tweaks a given as we Do What We Do In Me Head, with our unknown new beginnings, climbing up that imaginary sine curve of our 5th life.
For sure that may not make any kind of sense at all and that’s all tickety boo with me and the boys in the castle.
Do What We Do In Me Head
All but sorted ish and good to grow in tha backyard sometime whenever.
Collecting shite to be shifted, sometime sooner than later.
If all be good in me head, shite should be gone by next bin pick up, whenever that may be?
Sofa destroyed and ready for the tip or maybe even burnt down on the plot.
Memo To Self : Random Links
Laying out our random seeds on the conference table.