Monday, 22 April 2013
camp yeah i do that in fact i find I'm
mincing like a gay man
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so fallling in love was like literally falling
down into a pit where you coulnt get
up and yeah it did feel like a
terrible trap to begin with
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i just happen to be going that way
the word dot just appears
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all this romance
we didn't really have romance
it was about getting kicks
thrills adventure
the notion of romance has only
reallly occurred to me recently in the
sense of a bad one
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and daring each other to do things
i did have female friends in those days
actually those school friends were not jealous bitches
not at school they weren't .. we'd stretch
each other to go and talk to strangers and yeah smuggle
drugs and bunk train barriers and stuff
it was funny they let me go cus a voice would boom
out you have been seen jumping the barriers
and nobody ran after me
in a way the world was my oyster
you know wed gob on the pavement and
wear non existent skirts and stuff
and regard boys as sex objects i don't
really remember being much interested in personality
till later on
one time they wanted me to nick a sausage in France
and i stood there holding the sausage laughing
like the mental case i was yet to become
you know i just wasn't very cool at it
it was definitely cool to nick things is why you did it
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