Okay...okay... maybe I got a little emotional,  maybe devotional, crying out a sound that might mean nothing to you.  Why's this guy making such a racket? Well let me put it this way,  its like opening an bag of fish and chips only to see it fall out of the packet... boo-hoo , on the ground... sometimes you cry, some times you move on a declar everything is sound... like pound. you know one quid, loose change,  a poor man's chance on a roulette grid. I bet on 9...sorry , house wins, why are you wasting time? Maybe you should move to America and try those dimes but its still wasting time . Because when you're dreaming its a crime of the mind... a false find... just like on Facebook when people keep sharing the same old **** time after time... like cyndi lauper,  gotta show those true colours ,count dollars because I've always gotta bail out my mind... remember? For that crime? Yet I move on try to forget the things I try to remember, but I still remember to forget things that make hate this life of mine. Move on repurchase those fish and chips this time adding on all kinds of dips. Making it larger, Xl there's no wrong and right, no heaven or hell... but there's this ****** up rat race called love and we all have a story to tell.