Saturday, 18 May 2013

Recycled


I said, you don't love her... from the bus?? the girl that said, I love you, and heard me cry, in my coat, because I feared evil and she was taller than me, and I need, that awful image of us, arriving at this house, with bendy legs and messy hair and heavy bags, actually, salivating, spitting and dribbling,  foaming at the mouth as I screamed in the hallway; which made me fear God..."squash his head!"...see, I've dumped trying to listen. There is a maze function to the build of the place. There is an L-shape. 

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