go for it - the dancing self of misery kicks his keels up after all and waddles out like charlie - there is no song to sing that has not been sung before - that's alright now momma - but maybe the clothesline in the cold is not so much a good idea? - tell me - there is nothing left - you ate it all - don't forget to close the door - i dreamt you wore a big bear coat with nothing underneath - i mean to say that you were naked - ooo-wee-a-thon - merry me, don't bury me, and try sometimes to carry me over the river into town where i understand they have a really great big bingo game every thursday night there in the legion where they never let you swear unless you are a sergeant and you're serving beer to boot, ya long-eared galoot - for me that's still ok - there's an art to swearing, don't you know? - excuse me, don't you fucking know? - oops lost my sneaker - for you four me, there isn't any destiny because it's all afterwards they say that, and after doesn't count for beans in this crazy world, now get on that plane before i do something we'll both regret with joy - never before in this life - isn't it romantic? or isn't it a pity, i never can be sure with the tv up so loud - anyway more from me later - if i get a chance that is - see ya