Good evening, Arm Hair is touring again, thats right shimbles, he's in Jovitalk town, for all the ladies, and men, and anyone horny!

Thierry has inspired this song, his love for Alja, so marshmellowy.
I'm not going to write a song tonight, I shall instead write some beautiful poetry.

Quiver, I'll love your bad breath
Yo, tonight it is a few minutes past the hour,
I haven't got icecream, so I'm licking something sour.
The other day, I was listening to the rolling stones,
The song that I heard moonlight mile, made me quiver to my bones.

I found love, and I held it in my hands,
I found a girl, and I had a shower with her,
And then she slipped on the bar of soap,
When I heard this song, it made me want to dance,
Made me want to cry, because I could never take the chance,
Now she's gone,
Because of my lavender scented soap.

It doesn't hit you till its gone,
The sound of hair brushin' against you're cheek.
You don't appreciate things until they're in a song
I miss her more than I can speak.

Goodbye to those unclipped toenails,
Goodbye, and enjoy your death
My only attempt at body sculpture failed
I so miss the mornings and your stinky bad breath.

Go on, leave now.
Goodbye, my fellow astral-surfer.
Frollick in the fields
Frollick in the sky
Frollick
Hold onto your love, by the nipples
Hold onto your love all night long
Hold onto your love until your cripples.

AH - August 2003.

*Dedicated to Thierry's lovely Signature.

Now fellows, lick the thought of you're armish lover boy! Goodnight

Overy and outery to my wierd buddy mr Stay Human.

Arm.