Thorts on stuff
‘cos of all this stuff that happened recently, with the end of the world an’ stuff, I’ve had a lot of time to do some thinkin’, an’ one of the fings I’ve been thinkin’ about is deep stuff, like good and evil and stuff.
You have this devil, who is evil, but lot’s an’ lot’s of people think that he’s interestin’ or cool or somethin’, an’ that jus’ strikes me as nonsense.
You see, this devil jus’ goes roun’ sayin’ “look at me, I’m evil an’ temptin’ an’ stuff”. Now the only other person I know who goes roun’ sayin’ that there evil and temptin’ an stuff is the fat goffick girl who lives on Sebastopol Drive, and my dad says she’s as evil as a pound of spuds and she’d tempt a lot more people if she lost four stone, an’ all this is just swank an’ tryin’ to be interestin’ ‘cos she’s got no frends.
So it seems to me that this devil is just another one who hasn’t got any frends and is acktin’ all swanky jus’ to seem interestin’, an’ if he was just to get himself some proper frends or a dog or somethin’, he’d be much happier an’ wouldn’t have to pretend no more or anythin’.
An’ that’s the way I see it.