My Guts...

Don't eat zoodles all the time. It's not good for your track. That's one of the things the past month has taught me.

"Eyes a muggin'/shoot the liquor to me John boy/Take a tip from me, she's sweeter, my Safronia B"

Start a fire, fall for something. Dry up the well.

You have to be loved.

"Pictures keep on falling from the walls/The ghosts are still careening through the halls/The drunken neighbour sings his favourite song/In the stardust of the night before the dawn"