On the wall, rides into the city, act and talk, as though creation is about to take place, in the future, supposedly friends, unneeded hostile innuendo, always creeping in on the conbversation. Eyes looking at you, searching, say "what did i do wrong eyes'>
And alist begins to pile up and silence shrouds our minds, silence peels away, holes in the wall, watch television, the feeling of being a non-lover enters the room, in your mind or mine we bein to question whether that situation or this situation is normal. This other , that other.
That is what it is like when i go out some nights and then come home.
Pin the tail on the Jackass its Joey's birthday. We turn offf the was tub sink and give Joe some vodka so he can make it back to his state funded flat with a communal toilet.
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