if twenty therapists want to tempt me with their tit-rings
they should know that i own a werewolf and the sense to use it
a dead body in the boot of a nova is the least of my problems
as long as there is still room for the shopping
(the cheese and lager, my piece of the action) the prospect of running all over the wicket if any amateurs want to enter they should write in
enclose stamps and an application that we will fill in
the real price of successful business is constant vigil
i only came for the domination
(the murder and dancing was just a distraction) the prospect of running all over the wicket
dust-bowl pity the fire the fire-scrapers
pity the fire escapers daddy got his hand on the faders
daddy got his hand on the faders
he thinks they are potatoes
he thinks they are for tea