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And every second, one breath not to breathe,
I watch as he moves to the beat,
While I'm on the floor,
I watch from my seat,
And watch as he sways with the trees,
And slowly he moves, but elegantly,
I'm more on the edge of my seat...

On the tightrope,
Everything's bare,
All that there is is from here to there,
On the tightrope,
The goal is quite clear,
Don't lose yourself in your fear...

Everyone waits on the walk,
Some are long and some small,
But all of them tall,
Everyone must make a choice,
Will I go for it all,
And possibly fall,
The tightrope is thin,
I could possibly win on the walk...

What an ultimately shite week.

I'm gettin worried...oh pantalons.

I gota try and get less fat too. Poo.

Well fair maidens and gentlefolk, I will go now after this completely pointless update!

More soon hopefully, and (gettin back to the metaphores), hope everyone is as excellent as a big bag of stickle bricks

Kisses



Oh yea, and everyone go and congratulate and abuse clarky_182 on his new rock star status