Beelzebub IS the devil so how can he put himself aside for someone??? duh!!

I don't know what he was smoking when he saw it, but it must have been highly toxic.

Wouldn't you be dead already if you were caught in a landslide?

The whole Flash Gordon thing is a bit daft to begin with,whether it's the old stuff or the remake,to which Queen provided that catchy little number.Look what they rounded it off with though.Like,daftness within daftness.Flash is possessed of a pure heart is he?Doubt Dale would really appreciate that a great deal.Oh,and his reward is this golden grail thingy is it?What's that when it's at home?The holy grail?-And the stupid have inherited the earth.

It seems to me that constantly changing addresses would add to the complication rather than avoiding it, because the person would confuse others by relocating all the time.

You may have heard the expression that just the right thing happened at just the right time.The thought occurs to me that the 90s was such a sterile,screwed up decade that such a happy coincidence,referred to as serendipity,would have very rarely occurred during it.There just didn't seem to be ANYTHING right for the 90s,let alone for it to happen at the requisite moment.The problem was this.The 90s bore witness to every bit of crap imaginable which was aimed seemingly to make life a drag,and anyone who disagrees with that observation must have been shut inside some sort of vacuum back then.The negative aspect of the 90s would find great voice in the songs which emerged throughout it,some of them combining depression and nonsense.Living on my own is a solid gold example of that.The biggest shame of it is that here was one of those rare numbers which,for a change,dealt with what happens in the real world,not the bright blue fantasy land of everyone's got a love,or a part time love on the go-[Dont get me started on that part time love bit.I've already written a blood spattered commentary on the song Part time love.If ever a number deserved to be shot to rags it's that.It's not just songs which peddle garbage masquerading as a reflection of real life.We're told that soap operas reflect real life.The truth is that these programmes are no more a mirror on people's everyday lives than Tom and Jerry,and anyone who thinks otherwise just isn't living this side of cloud cuckoo land.]Guys,I live firmly in the real world,and if the real world has taught me anything it's that love just dont come knocking that often,and that's putting it mildly perhaps.Certainly not the happy ever after type so beloved of the writers of crap,including certain songs.Unfortunately the writer of Living on my own has turned a stark fact of REAL LIFE-remember that?-into the outpourings of some kind of insane misanthrope.Listen to this-Sometimes I feel I'm gonna break down and cry.Nowhere to go.Nothing to do with my time.I go crazy.Oh so crazy.Nobody gives me no warning.My head is always in the clouds in a dreamworld.Always walking too fast.Everything's coming down on me.Dont have no time for no monkey business.Got to be some good times ahead.]Now,does all that sound like someone in their right mind?He aint got no time for no monkey business.One wonders how this fool's got no time for ANY kind of business,since he's stated that he's got NOTHING to do with that precious time of his,and NOWHERE to go.Also,the term monkey business as used here seems strange in itself,as it usually denotes some kind of idiotic activity.So it would go without saying that a depressed person wouldn't be interested in such.Ofcourse we're not dealing with a stable individual here so we'll let that pass.What exactly does this madman mean by feeling noone gives him no warning?No warning about what?Sounds to me as though everyone would need to tiptoe around him like they're walking on eggshells or something.The real classics here ofcourse are the I go oh so crazy,with my head in the clouds of Dreamland bit.Like,is it any wonder that he lives alone?He hopes for some good times ahead.It sounds more to me like the only thing lying ahead for this dude is the hatch.