Or he'll do that smile that can't light up the face, that can't believe in Itself, can't get the old juices flowing. The way he dramatises that. Trying to get the spark going and it's not there
I like doing it. Pulling faces.
Where are you from washyourhands?
You've known magic you've had the nights on the E the telepathy the empathy the one mind you've had the trips all that. You know what it should be like but you've been locked out you can't access it
There's a lot of talking to yourself in Limmy. He's very good at getting that internal monologue down. Capturing those irrational trains of thought, those borderlands of schizophrenia and drug psychosis.