it’s a soft lustrous fabric with mohair in it


Zibeline, I love you and it’s all about you, all the honest things you are and all the wicked things you do, Zibeline the label says you must have special care, and if you’ll come into my life I follow instructions I swear

I could hear the song in my head instantly

emphasis is on the first syllable so you start off with a sort of cantering rhythm which I quite like.

Okay back to writing such gems as

“What’s the Army supposed to do about it? If they complain too loud, they’re exposed for wearing Dubé like a bug-eyed condom, and US citizens should get restless about renditions from the soil of century-long allies, even renditions of notorious shitheads such as yourself.”

Michel, I do so love you