it’s like this disappearing mist that ensures only i cannot miss the spinning ball slap i was dealt, that even mildly took the piss – was definitely felt, and told me that i’m going to take the rest of the day one thing at a time. remember those simple and frivolous days, where fuck all meant having to watch some owd barrel – can’t even remember her name – but will remember some shit, like all i will know and the plot twist just in case it weren’t so fucking ridiculously time to hand over my balls to their new owner enough – it’s still yet got a crackin cliff hanger – they suddenly go halfs and it’s the end of the series – oh and by the way – they’ve cancelled the show
i was only fucking about, there’s no reason to be bothered or owt … the craigs list creeps who have paid me to write about –
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