i cant say im not knocked down but i guess i'm not defeated. i do keep making positive steps, steps that i have wanted to take for a long time, but in terms of real life i...
i need to get creative here, i need to refind flow. i want to get a style. ok, think of summing to write about.
oh look guys, i'm gunna find summing to post for you, summing better than this shite. you dont have to put up with this
so i’m on another train but it’s not another day it’s night time and i’m heading back to lego land with a thorn in my side and a morrissey cd in my backpack, but the funny thing about being on the train from warnambol is that it’s moving when you join it, mid-journey and it’s a fast moving train where i get the feeling that it could be the gypsy train to nowhere. but i’m going somewhere baby; i’m going “places”. the place i arrive at is luckily my destination and i’m about to transact some business with a fish monger when i realise i’m flat broke (as well as broken). stoney broke like the cobbles that i stand on. dead broke like the fish eyes and their fixed stare. their mouths glisten and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. he tells me i’m well into the next page and that this book isn’t as entertaining as he’d hoped. and even i am craving a little more excitement this far in so i negotiate with the fish monger for a blow job in exchange for a blow fish, but he doesn’t seem too interested unless i do his son. now i’m not sure if it’s his dick in my mouth or my mouth on his dick, but either way we’re both enjoying it and i’m confident the cat will get fed tonight
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