Friday, 10 May 2013

9am

misc draft

i woke with a stabbing  feeling
and a grinding pain in my chest

you'd think the ungracious little trollope
could at least wait till
i get my voice back before opening my grave and
feeling my cunt

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n now i see why quacky duck likes going 
round the meerkats

an the 2008 movies are for Hotdog ... 



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so there was Tigger
and then there was Fritzle

and then there was Darren ...

Darren and i were like two little
kids that spoke in gibberish
as a way to handle our abuse issues 
and personality problems 

and wed work together on 
the mental boards where we grew 
alot of love to give away 

and would go together 
to a distressed poster who would 
be held between the two of us 

and would stand either side 
of an egotistical one 
so that he would trip himself up 
as i passed him tips
in my email about what i could see 

and we wer a match for them 

an writing each other rude poems 
he was a master of passive resistance 











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