sunshine, i feel like cod and chips. what do i look like? unburnt through the attention of others and in my best beachwear. bop, pop, huugh, bop, bop, bop. what is your record?

ra - no way! it is like a cloning machine for fosters in this tiny ornate place. sorry ma but there is no way any of this will fit. it is life and life only. pautrat's influence is clear, black pudding is a delight, but everyone knows what i will remember. it is all here, the stove and the bed. do you two know each other? yes, she gave birth to me. hahahaha. walk around. as ever, i am early. dine more, why don't you come home with me? sure, sure, this is where i heard a fox scream in the night. i took flight.