Run when you see me smiling in 2014: The Year That Was

  • April 16, 2014, 7:08 p.m.
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3 days in a row! Oh the celebration! Let’s toast bread, and raise our eyebrows, here, use this feta for the cheese you love so much! If we had a maypole we could use it to dance around! But we don’t I’m afraid so save the dancing for the weekend when you can use my cock to grind against. Till then let’s play pass the parcel with a bottle of JD and a light lunch. Enjoy yourself all you bloated mutherfuckers basking in gravy. - ‘Light lunch’ - Haha I wonder what happened to Fruit Bowl and his wheels of steal? Rollin, rollin’, rollin’. Talking of ‘light lunches’ I fell into a pair of Boss jeans circa ’98 the other day. A Rich-esque year that one. Having just moved back to the family home in an effort to get the fuck away from it once and all. Oh gawd didn’t that turn out well eh? Hindsight bent me over a treat.

In reality I’m talking about not much really. I spent 10 minutes staring at my sunglasses, in the shade of my personality. Slumped at my desk in a corner watching aeroplanes. I’ve zoned out, checked out, I’m waiting on my boarding pass to a better type of life. But first I’ve got to pass your customs so now I say yes when you ask me a question and nod with complete and utter agreement whilst I disagree with the greater majority of what you say.

I have bad dub sad clown on repeat, flicked the high and low ends up near the maximum as I skull fuck my ears with those shitty ‘Candy earphones. Aiming for that piece of mind that gives me, err, piece of mind! So what’s on offer today? Still waiting on the feedback! I want my cake to go so I can eat as I run away from myself.

Remember, remember, to smile when you frown. You’re the laughing happy worker drone, you’re the madman, you’re the clown. You’re everything you want providing it’s everything they hunt. And when you high level summary? It’s easy, you’re a cunt.

I guess I’ll fill in the C.V tonight and submit for a job I’ve already interviewed for and been told I’ve got. I should stay positive and hope that this is just a formality but …I just don’t see it. OK, positive, positive.

The second time they found me they wanted to drown me


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