I was wondering if anybody. Other than my beautiful self of course...
Has ever had any battle-scars inflicted upon their poor flailing bodies whilst attending a Morrissey sermon. Or was my penance merely a one-time occurrence set forever to instil itself upon my gentle flesh, branding and marking me with a Morrissey scar forever more?
At Morrissey’s 50th Birthday GIG, I was on the front barrier of course, when these vile Americans (Moz Krew or something equally uninspiring and depressing) believed they were Morrisseys 'special lot' and stood huffing and puffing about being stood near some 'non-moz crew'
When dear and beautiful Morrissey meandered over teasingly spewing his aggressive fragility among the crowd... During 'Carol' I believe...
I out struck my hand to my lover, which inreturn was held onto and then dully bitten by two overweight and small dykes from the afore-mentioned dullards, who feverishly bit through my skin on my left arm and scratched until my arms were covered with blood.
I was quite amused.
Five months later and these scars are still present upon my left arm and hand. I was hoping it would come out in the shape of Morrissey's name.. But these people didn't have the imagination unfortunately...
All they had were large nails, overinflated bodies and terrible haircuts.
Rudeness eh?
Has ever had any battle-scars inflicted upon their poor flailing bodies whilst attending a Morrissey sermon. Or was my penance merely a one-time occurrence set forever to instil itself upon my gentle flesh, branding and marking me with a Morrissey scar forever more?
At Morrissey’s 50th Birthday GIG, I was on the front barrier of course, when these vile Americans (Moz Krew or something equally uninspiring and depressing) believed they were Morrisseys 'special lot' and stood huffing and puffing about being stood near some 'non-moz crew'
When dear and beautiful Morrissey meandered over teasingly spewing his aggressive fragility among the crowd... During 'Carol' I believe...
I out struck my hand to my lover, which inreturn was held onto and then dully bitten by two overweight and small dykes from the afore-mentioned dullards, who feverishly bit through my skin on my left arm and scratched until my arms were covered with blood.
I was quite amused.
Five months later and these scars are still present upon my left arm and hand. I was hoping it would come out in the shape of Morrissey's name.. But these people didn't have the imagination unfortunately...
All they had were large nails, overinflated bodies and terrible haircuts.
Rudeness eh?
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