The universally hated art and music of Edgeworth.
Disembowel the metric.
You were unmade to me.
Like a polish.
I found it.
Pepper it on.
Waiter isn’t swayed.
The motor is a fish.
Pass it off as meat.
Palm oil your dish.
I would have liked it in summer.
You bow a knee to your friends.
Here are some links where you can buy my first album ‘at Ranscombe Studios’:
It’s also on iTUNES and SPOTIFY, but I won’t put links, as links to iTUNES and SPOTIFY web players have crashed my monitor.