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Stormy nights, stormy minds. The sun sets, and I’m alone. I want it to be quiet but it isn’t. It’s all so loud. Yes, I’ll miss the view. The top of the city, and the endless sky. But views are … Continue reading
You know Sometimes You just get so Incredibly tired Of seeing a bin bag From you local Indian takeaway Been ripped open In the middle of the street By a hungry fox At 7:45 In the morning Again.
No No No No No No No NO No No No No Just get it over with. (No)
Shut your mouth. No, seriously, shut your damn mouth, you look retarded. That’s right, RETARDED. Oh, London. Friday Night Office Girls in Friday Night Office Uniforms; midnight tights running down the front of a leg. Nuggets and fries and half … Continue reading
‘So, you like flowers, then?’ ‘Yeah, of course, they’re beautiful’ ‘What’s your favourite flower, then?’ ‘Hmm…’ ‘Come on’ ‘I think the blue iris, it’s such a delicate flower’ ‘Right’ ‘I’m assuming you have no idea what it looks like’ ‘I … Continue reading