Such A Perfect Day

You're going to weep, just from the cold. Hello one, asleep at the wheel here, but shake me awake at Filter Road, you know how I love that stomach dropping dip they have. Ah aging, when tiredness alone feels like morphine, or maybe we just fuck too well; and only the nanny eye knows. Hey, we don't have a nanny, and I don't recognize that teddy. Take smooth shaven skin and a butchers hammer, pound until tender, don't mind the moisture, it's natural; don't be scared.