Saturday, 16 February 2013

4-midnight 16.02.13. 

misc notes/draft 

the ceiling hit the roof 

the floor gave me a right hook 

catching your eye 

and ill never live it down 

I was nervous and terrified 


thinking I would not be noticed  

overstepping the mark 


I was ruined 


sculpted like a shirt turned inside out 

you don't have to stop loving him you know ... 

can ogling kill I wonder 

a panic room 


i didn't feel right in my stomach 


turn the dial 

a body quivering over a half cup of coffee 

sultry pensive compelling 


grazed knees 

something you just can't put a finger on 


I was saying Chucky can transfer without the use of audio visuals ... 

but whats eating him then ... 

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Im sure there probably is an error somewhere just I don't know where it is ... 

in a way you do need to be at that kind of a distance ... 

the thing about women is they get all puffed up with complacency and expectations 

and that cushion plumping thing from Men Behaving Badly .... 


if I stay on my own Im going to fucking use 


you know what I'm saying 


our leaders are but trusted servants they do not govern 









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