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Ha! There will be no guest list! If you
weren’t at the Cup of J in mid-’95, you missed it! And
what did you miss? It, for the love of heaven! Furniture Huschle!
Will no-one hear? Must Jonah wander toward the sea from the perverted
city before he meets up with the one CD that every home should have
permanently glued into its changer? Did I actually hear a song from
the new Radiohead album this week, quite by accident, while at work?
Why, yes, I did! And I thought it was quite incredibly good, now
that you ask! But what, Child of the Empty-Eyed Prince, will Thom
Yorke and his rock-scissors-paper cronies say to this:
It’s a bullet-free gun but the shot’ll still hurt.
Pretty girls make the eyes flirt.
With a strawberry tongue and throat on fire,
the IUD is nothing but a wire. |
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