a clone

the dance mats to be sold

the rain

A life.

a black and decker chainsaw to be rammed up my arse, and someone to snowball the blood out of the bloody mess

my need to construct and devour the heavens

Columbo to finally admit he loves me

the time to come for i have a plan

Tim to fall in love with me

a smack around the face

gene splicing

holding on

rain dance

ripping my hair out.

playing with school children with a strimmer

stifling the dreams of my youth

selling all his clothes

ripping out my fingernails

needlessly sleeping around with random men

taunting passers-by

loneliness

i won't get the money

I'll be scorched

I'll never die.

buy a sniper rifle and go to washington

i'll slip slide away

I'll commit Columboside

it'll be harder to eat

I'll tie him up and beg

I'll have to lift up your grans skirt