Pulp Glory Days

Come and play the tunes of glory raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe in the station. And learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly installments. Come share this golden age with me in my single room apartment. And if it all amounts to nothing it doesn t matter, these are still our glory days. Oh my face is unappealing and my thoughts are unoriginal. I did experiments with substances but all it did was make me ill and I used to do the I Ching but then I had to br, br,