Out On The Moors, The

Looking Out Of The Window At The Infinite Sky, I Prayed Out, 'dear Baby Jesus, I Am Sorry For My Sin, Even Though I Do Not Know What They Are, Which Seems A Bit Unfair If It Is Going To Be Held Against Me. But That Is Your Way. And I Am Not Questioning Your Wisdomosity. In Future, However, Would It Be Possible For My Life To Be Not So Entirely Crap? Thank You.

Or If I Truly Gave Up I Could Be Like Wet Lindsay. When Robbie Dumped Her She Got All Pale And Even Wetter Than Normal. She Was Like An Anoraksick. (a Person Who Is Both Very Thin And Wears Tragic Anoraks.) I Just Made That Up As A Joke. Even Though I Am Very Upset I Can Still Think Of A Joke.

And The Kittykats Would Have To Erect Scaffolding And A Pulley To Get Him Down. Mind You, I Wouldn't Put That Past Them. Sometimes When They Are Behind The Sofa Supposedly Purring, I Think They Are Drilling.

And That's When It Fell Off In My Hand

Non...i Am Dancing In My Nuddy-pants!!!' And We Both Laughed Like Loons On Loon Tablets. I Danced For Ages Round The House In My Nuddy-pants. Also, I Did This Brilliant Thing-i Danced In The Front Window Just For A Second Whilst Mr. Across The Road Was Drawing His Curtains. He Will Never Be Sure If He Saw A Mirage Or Not. That Is The Kind Of Person I Am. Not Really The Kind Of Person Who Goes And Raises Elks In Whakatane.