The Only Way is Wessex

merci for the daze of light through famous cemetery trees the genius grafitti the efficient taxis the superior chocolate and exquisite apples pero even in paris i am dreaming of home the small cherished space i share with the best lover of my life the hello kitty blanket making me feel like i have returned to the womb the cold sweet water from the tap my man hanging socks and knickers on the line while purple pieman schemes and squaw dreams of something more dangerous such as being raped by the articulated werewolf purchased on ebay while the flower moon sheds petals all over our sweaty jizz drenched flesh oh yes this is paradise each kiss each slurp each fuck confirmation we have eaten our karma puked it out and now an obscene garden grows forever an embarrassment of surplus