Thursday 31 January 2013

[No. 92] One day, finance will be gone

Just as a bad dream fades in the morning.

And I'm PRAYING for a happy end[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[1], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[2], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[2], and I still have HOPE[1], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[2], and my head is a sewer[1], and I still have HOPE[2], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[1], and my head is a sewer[2], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[1], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[2], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[1], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[2], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[1], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[2], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[1], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[2], and those VISIONS are a curse[1], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[2], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[1], and those VISIONS are a curse[2], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[1], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[2], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[2], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[3], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[3], and I still have HOPE[3], and my head is a sewer[3], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[3], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[3], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[3], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[3], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[3], and those VISIONS are a curse[3], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[3], and

And I'm PRAYING for a happy end[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[1], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[2], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[2], and I still have HOPE[1], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[2], and my head is a sewer[1], and I still have HOPE[2], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[1], and my head is a sewer[2], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[1], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[2], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[1], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[2], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[1], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[2], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[1], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[2], and those VISIONS are a curse[1], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[2], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[1], and those VISIONS are a curse[2], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[1], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[2], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[2], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[3], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[3], and I still have HOPE[3], and my head is a sewer[3], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[3], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[3], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[3], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[3], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[3], and those VISIONS are a curse[3], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[3], and

And I'm PRAYING for a happy end[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[1], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[2], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[1], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[2], and I still have HOPE[1], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[2], and my head is a sewer[1], and I still have HOPE[2], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[1], and my head is a sewer[2], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[1], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[2], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[1], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[2], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[1], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[2], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[1], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[2], and those VISIONS are a curse[1], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[2], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[1], and those VISIONS are a curse[2], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[1], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[2], and I'm PRAYING for a happy end[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[2], and the SOULS - yes, they are souls - who work hard and suffer ... and the CLOWNS - yes, they are clowns - who take it so seriously ... they'll be gone too[3], and ... well, in my head at least, and that's all I can say, and it's all I can hope for[3], and I still have HOPE[3], and my head is a sewer[3], and my head is going to be a nice place to live - once I've cleared out all the SHIT[3], and I'm going to make the clowns pay for fucking with my head, and I never wanted their world[3], and my SOUL hasn't been touched, thank Christ - and I am a soul in their mess[3], and it's a sickening sight: a degenerate, soulless clown laughing, oh, genuinely enjoying life[3], and I don't have to close my eyes a-ROUND here, thank GOD[3], and those VISIONS are a curse[3], and even Dennis Wheatley - if he were alive - would baulk at writing about the sort of characters I have to write about[3], and ONE DAY can't come soon enough[3], and