The thing about England

info
×

Is that its a place one often doesn’t carry enough spare change

info
×

So I try to ask passers by

info
×

For a ride
info
×

But I seldom hear

info
×

Sure, jump on in, there’s space here, right by my left side
info
×

So instead I walk.
info
×

To the mall

info
×

but they don’t have my dress size.

info
×

“Excuse me, sir….
info
×

…. Can you tell me the formula for sulfur dioxide?”
info
×

Honey - this isn’t the place for you, or those nasty pair of shoes. Your better to try your luck at Bon Marche.
info
×

They don’t take coupons and I’m not in the mood. So there’s only one thing left

for me to conclude.
info
×

Why don’t we go to the moon?
info
×

The cheese there is simply divine
info
×

And the hot springs have recently been declared sewage free
info
×

You can even watch the jockeys prep for their Grand Prixx

info
×

Last time I won $15 on number 43

info
×

But after the show he told me baby don’t get confident too soon 

info
×

And after that I didn’t feel like staying any more.
info
×

“You know. Sometimes it feels like we’re friends. And other times, your just an empty space thats taken up so much room in my life...

info
×

...And once it seemed like that space meant something...

info
×

...And now, I find it hard to compute that that space is really just space"

info
×

Trust me. It’s their loss.
info
×

Then, why does it feel like mine?
info
×

You know Starbucks doesn’t pay its taxes, right?
info
×

You know I don’t give a shit, right?
info
×

I think tonight we should try that cute little Ethiopian place that’s just opened up on the corner.
info
×

But what about that Korean - Italian fusion cookbook I got you?
info
×

Did you know the U.K has a 17% poverty rate?
info
×

But like, where?
info
×

I think it’s time we did something about this.

info
×

But I’m not really sure what.

info
×

And I’m stretching myself all over the place. And still I haven’t found somewhere to call a base.

info
×

I still kind of like the idea of out of space.
info
×

But that fucking jockey killed my vibe

info
×

Well, why don’t you try seeing what’s happening on the inside?

info
×

You mean inside my purse?

info
×

Let’s start with your brain.

info
×

Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

info
×

It’s going to be just fine.
info
×

Until I see you next time. 

info
×
Using Format