"Yeah man, she's a daffodil"
- No. He hasn't asked me to do anything. He's such a fucking daffodil.
I wander lonely as a cloud,
through fair England's gardens green,
her chaste and comely presence,
plucks a fine melody,
upon the tuneful strings of my swollen heart.
I cannot resist the machinations of my soul,
I feel it stirring in my throat,
those foul and pestilent words,
which cage my very being;
the FUCKING BASTARD CUNT WANKS,
COME ON YOU TWAT FACED ARSE CUNT,
I'LL KICK THE LIVING FUCK FROM YOUR SHITTY BOLLOCKS - CUNT, WANK, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK.