"aint nobody who can sing like me"

- billy bragg, last night

fuck, does my belly hurt for whatever reason

i'm thinking this'll be a long sleepless spell

it's hard to care, it's hard to get well

life is a black seed

i don't think that needs any explaining from me

i talk to a black monk

he tells me i'm great, that i shouldn't hesitate

but i always do

because i know

fearlessness is not such a good thing

except when it comes to ladybugs and loggers

what the hell is wrong with me sometimes?

i know, i know

when i say i'm sorry, i always mean it

unless i'm giggling

confusion is next

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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