Posts tagged: Outside the Lunatic Asylum

Become a Lunatic

It goes without saying that when someone dies there is a hole left behind. Especially when you thought that someone would live forever. In this case, the once partner of my late father-in-law. No names, no pack-drill, just a love of life. As witnessed by this non-PC lyric.

It has a tune and a song, but I have neither the technology or the voice to give it its true worth. Be thankful: Read more ›››