pudding

who wants pudding?

and who wants honey?

and who wants bananas and cream?

who wants processions

with various obsessions?

which god will remove if you scream. nothing much has changed. my body's a-creakin'

my mind keeps awakin'

my feet are all dirty and grey. i live in my nightgown

from sun-up to sundown

i'm watching my sweet tooth decay. nothing much has changed. lines

spots

join the dots

colour in barbie and ken

scab on your knee

biscuits for tea

i live in my cupboard with friends

ben

nothing much has changed. nothing much has changed. nothing much has changed