Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
I have to thank my mum for kicking me out at 16 and making me stand on my own two feet - that's how I got here.
My house is small, but you are learned men And by your arguments can make a place Twenty foot broad as infinite as space.
Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick. One that won't make me crash my car, or make my head three feet thick.
I sit in the sink (while applying makeup). I do. I've broken more sinks. . . I sit in the sink, on top of a big square sink in my bathroom with my feet in the basin so I'm very close to the mirror with the good light, and I'm very comfortable. I also manage to put my two phones in the sink so that nothing, but nothing, could get me out of there.