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17.8.05

today a bird nearly flew in my actual face.

dont you just sometimes really dislike the fact that life will just simply not comply with the mood youre feeling.
do you ever get that.

like i was wanting everything to go as smooth as the smoothest moving thing you remember feeling, i was baking a cake and i wanted some chocolate milk to drink. and so everything was fine but the lid wouldnt undo. like for whatever reason I DONT WANT TO KNOW, tesco, it just wouldnt undo whatever i did. and then it got reall hot and the cake didnt go right or anything.

and now. now i am a bit drunk and a bit sad. i went to get the milk and it came off easier than anything.
we have some buttercreamfrosting in a tin. a TIN. and i ate some and a night of being very drunk and very wet and very sad and very uncomfortable and very, very drunk all came back to me at once.


and now i am feeling quite blank and quite lost for no real reason.
DUSTBIN MEN SAY:
MAP: i dont know where that idea came from. you have a map in your room like that?
JAR: thats from that sci-fi film with the meteors which is called full impact or final impact or full final close impact of the third kind whatever.

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whispered by killa b at 11:03 PM | 0 answerphone msgs