So i did a variation on it, I tried to be as nit picky and as annoying as possible, to everyone. But I think I was nicer to some than others, I think only person saw the humour, and I won’t say who didn’t, suffice to say it was my favourite nation. I was bored so I did it, and I don’t care who the hell I piss off.
Should I grow and write something intelligent or do something with my time productive? Or should they grow up, lighten up and shut the fuck up? I think I prefer the latter....
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Death is in the air. La la la la la, death is in the air. La la la la la, hmmmmmmm – Death is in the air. No, I’m not going weird. I was thinking about the eventuality and consequence of death, or more specifically my death, and what it means.
See, I don’t know what most people think about before they go to sleep. i don’t know what most people think about when they wake up. You should know what I think when I wake up, and it’s not the most optimistic of thoughts, but it is a realistic thought....
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It’s raining. That distinct smell rises from the ground and captures my mind. It’s an earthy smell, as if the ground had been scorching, and the rain has come to cool it down, the fumes the result of calming. As I walk up to the tube station, I see her walk out.
She’s wearing her funny cap. The one with the flaps on the side, and the cone-ish head. It reminds me of The Spin Doctors. But she’s a skateboarder, and she says it’s typical, so don’t make fun. She has a way of talking to me. Putting me in my...
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