Little Rävemåla; taking a walk to the east side stoners, north side hoes.
It is a joke, I don't know the compass in this town.
I can guess to the left is east.
There is a stig, where you meet all the lovely maidens of Rävemåla, and they put out, and want to get married. All you do is walk left, which is east, till you reach the stig. Too bad, it is not on a berg so you can't jump. I would chance it, and jump, before picking, the best maiden.
Then I am heading up north to the north side, where you meet all kinds of hoes like that simon and garfunkel song. I took some refuge there like this Sunday. And as gilmour, is once again pumping out, comfortably numb, I get that old (Beatles) magic feeling ''nowhere to go'', BUT THERE IS! There is a place to go, two places to go, with a lot of feeling, no comfortably numb, the east side stoners, where nick mason is making a wall, and the north side hoes, where I am making a home with my maiden.
Then, as if the fun didn't stop there, reality hits tomorrow, as I am sleeping off the morning non-coffee, and I head to Tingsryd Monday, And hit börje's where I drink two cups of coffee for 3 swedish crowns, eat an ice cream, and then I come home to eat, 3, päron split, and the maiden says she wants ' splitsville '' and how are the children's books coming along; that is NOT something to joke about.
Fee and Spirit are approaching a vuxen version, where they steal a car.