I think I'll try Manchester instead.

Blazed a hole in their walls, the party of walls closing in, glasses smash to bits as bodies collide into dots, I like to watch the drama, melting selfies in hell or Portlandia, it means that You were seen, I saw you behind the walls that collided, the books ends of conflict and illogical, and it could be something.

My my..

Love is getting a special letter from David Bowie, even if he is mysterious.

I breath in the stars every night through my nostrils where I convert it into hope particles.

Always have sex in Paris, it's an iron clad rule.

My abs are so bronze that they will turn to bronze and be imortalized, end of the old Gods, in with the ABS.

It should be abundantly clear that if Russia is not pushed out of Ukraine within a short time a middle finger will go right into Europe.

My Mom says the Queen was keeping it together, now its not possible.

If the tecknology goes bad, there is always Prince, the amazing.