hell is round the corner where i shelter.
isms and schisms, were living on a skelter
if you believe i'll deceive common sense says you are thief
let me take you down the corridors of my life.
—tricky "hell is round the corner"
so it's that time again.
the time where the bastard loses sleep.
when the bastard has his busy season.
when the bastard does the devils work.
when the bastard crams tons of magazine pages out the door.
and then loses his cool and breaks shit.
apparently, i noticed that this is also the time of year that i keep regurgitating lyrics from tricky's catalog of work. i don't know what it is about him but, it always illustrates how i'm feeling when the bastard is in it. up to his eye balls in work. i'm never going to sleep again . at least not until february.
so what i'm saying is,
it's going to be a little thin for a while.
but, look for me jumping through a plate glass window near you. right before i cut your throat.