It's tough to feel at home if you push everyone away.
Maybe he can just end his days stuck inside of Memphis with the mobile homesick blues and the final yes man loading him up on pills and fried nanner san'wiches to make the days pass faster.
Dear gawds it speaks in riddles instead of diddles now.
Since it's valentine's, why don't you have a wank with your mom's mentholated joint rub. A nice spicy tingle on the dingle for you. Because errrrrrrrybody knows you won't have a date lined up.
Ooh cheeky cheeky! Naughty tweakie. What was I doing on the morning of the 3rd, post-morning dump, pre-bedtime then?
And you say I'm unglued. From where I stand in light of that funny response- I'm glued tighter than Morrissey's hairpiece.
Maybe Morrissey could help himself and his floundering "career" without people such as yourself ribbon dancing in addition to the mental gymnastics.
Poor is a funny word. Loaded. What is rich? What is poor? Some confuse them with talent, fame, and a platform that done cracked down the middle...