FICKLE FATE THAT STUCK ME TO THIS POST, A PLACE WHERE MOST FIND JOY I FOUND THE BLESSED STATE OF MY CRAFT.

ENGLAND MY ENGLAND, MORRISSEY'S ENGLAND, KEATS ENGLAND. BLARITE CONTENT, BLEAK ENGLAND. I SALUTE AND ACCEPT YOUR FOOGY MIST AND BLEARY EYED DRUNKARDS. I SALUTE YOUR HORDING OF CULTURES. TODAYS CLASSLESS ENGLAND.

MY FEET NOW ARE WEARY FOR A NEW IMPULSE A NEW STATE , YOUR OPPOPSITE. YOUR POLAR IN FACT , FRANCE MERRY FRANCE, NOISY FRANCE EMBRACE THIS STATELESS FOOL, FOR ALBION HAS KISSED ME COULD YOU DO WORSE TO ME, SANCTUARY OF THE WRETCHED KNAVS.

TEACH ME REVOULOUTION AND KEEPING BLUEBLOODS IN LINE. TEACH ME ANIMAL INSTINCT OF MAN. TEACH ME , MOCK ME NOT FOR I AM OF THE SAME ILK AS THOSE PARANOID POETS THOSE SELF INVOLVED, SELF AWARE AMERICAN POETS.

I BELONG TO THE AGES STILL I SHUFFLE IN TUNE WITH THIS HIGHTECH NANO WORLD. I NEED LAUGHTER OF SWEDISH TOURIST IN MONMATRE, I YEARN FOR A NEW WAVE OF FLOWER CHILDREN, CHILDREN THEY WERE INDEED, KILLED BY EMPLOYMENT VALUES AND HALF DEAF HALF MUTE WALLS THAT CONTAINED THE SHREIKS AND HOLLOW SCREAMS FOR A NEW WAVE, A NEW DISTRACTION.

SO LET ME BE LENNON, I WILL DIE FOR SAKE OF DISTRACTION. THIS PRETENSE THAT LIFE IS, I CAN MAKE YOU FORGET RELIGION AND DOOM, I CAN MISLEAD A GENERATION. I NEED DEVOTION TO A CRAFT, SO THIS FINE MAN WHO STANDS BEFORE YOU SEEKS EMPLOYMENT HIMSELF, KEEP YOUR VALUES FOR I SEEK TO CHANGE THEM. REBORN WITH SCORN, FOR WHAT I KNOW NOT.

LET ME LOVE A FOREIGNER LET HER PRETEND SHE KNOWS ME THIS WILL DO, FOR IT'S ALL A DISTRACTION SO I FLEE TO PIGALLE. RED, ORANGE AND LOUD SEEDY PIGALLE I AM YOUR SON. TOULOUSE WAS MY FATHER SON OF DWARF AM I. SON OF A BLUE BLOOD I AM, BACK TO RECLAIM MY TITLE.