The night before the funeral, I got some – I sneaked a young girl up the stairs and past my mum.
I took off her clothes and I played with her bits and she did the same but it took ages for me to come.
Too drunk and getting old…

It was a lovely show for a God I don't believe in.
I couldn't sing a single note at the service.
When they did "how great thou art" all I could think of was my old L. P. Of hymns by elvis.
There's no such thing as sin…

I said to laura, "i hope I know you forever and when I'm going, I'm going the viking way. Lay me in a boat with my favourite things and set me on fire and send me on my way. Kick me out to
. "

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