Genius does what it must. It's like if you hearken to the who, you recognize, and you'll hear Roger Daltrey sing a line, and then as soon as the road's completed, Keith throws a fucking loopy fill in there and he will get out of the best way before the subsequent line, you understand what I imply? He pushed it home, and bending his arms round my hip he frigged my cunt. And it is similar to, it's
place for fucking crazy. It's just. It is simply. I love the fact that we're prepared to do each.
