London Pleasures

  never would i ever oh hey there never would i ever would you see never would i ever observatory of the world never would i ever who's looking back in never would i ever it's foolproof never would i ever don't mind the eyes never would i ever don't mind the waves never would i ever this is your captain speaking never would i ever enjoy the turbulence never would i ever unless it was just right, then i would ever, and promptly die, because oh hey there would you see observatory of the world who's looking back in it's foolproof don't mind the eyes don't mind the waves this is your captain speaking enjoy the turbulence

 it wasn't a gay bar it was an indian restaurant, and yes i met him there, stole some weed of him later in the night, fire walk with me on the tv, just two dope boys, no cadillac, just two dope boys, not yet aware of how deep they would go, "most blasphemous article" "and he said the retard was the only redeeming character in the movie" "where is the scared red fox young one?" "the red fox is being hunted don't you see?" "grandma is in a house on the top of the hill, canning her fruits", And grandpa is lost at sea.

 grandpa had a thing about reception, i had a thing about keeping the aspidistras flying, being on the receptive end,  of all these flying aspidistras, was a journey to behold, and if you ask goncharov a journey foretold

  come, let's take stock of our pleasures said the thin man what are our pleasures? why hate, my men hate, said the thin man let us hate, let us revel in that hate that is nothing but an attempt to shield us from the  inadequacies and incapacities of our own selves for not being able to let the past by, bye bye past why not bye bye past oh how hard bye bye past is for every consciousness bye bye past, just bye bye past, here is present it is a present to you, this present But oh no, past Past is not done with present. Unless you have the will to make it so.

  not necessarily wronged by the gravity of what transpired like how london whilst a force unto itself could not be held to account "It was just the gravity of the situation" the gravity of it all of every being every capacity every potentiality don't you understand why it had to be thus? You weren't wronged oh not at all, this was just the gravity of it all that did this to you  kind sir Get some gravity Of your own, then you'll understand.

 One day it will be done He said 13 billion years stars exploding Spreading dust over expanses So vast that I can't catch them  There was the idea Of a pitcher Pitching dust over expanses There was the idea Of a catcher Gathering the dust in its mitts One day it will be done He said 13 billion years stars exploding Spreading dust over expanses So vast that I can't catch them

 There once was a donkey "Stuff your metre up your ass", the donkey said in very nice garments the donkey was clad The donkey kicked and rummaged about, never thinking about acceptance and clout It'd seen the world the donkey said mostly it'd seen only the world in its head It was a fair donkey It was a pleasant donkey but it didn't want to be anybody's monkey Stubborn it was As donkeys are Stubborn enough  To not get afar No grand journeys No grand forays Here it would be And here it would lay To London it came only once in its life It's behinds came up And it left it in strife