Poem - 08 February 2018, 05:58

Almost Only Counts in Sane Thoughts & Horse Shoes Mother Fucker

And it was I the creature of the night with hand grenades for ideas who decided to take the first leap, subtle I'm sure, I was sloppy at this point but desperate as the normalness in the room was suffocating me like a hand full of house yawns; "Lets dance you monotonous twats, LETS DANCE!"

[F.F.A.S]

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Syd14 February 2018, 13:21

Fuckin brilliant! The best of us have been there.

hand grenades for ideas

I was sloppy at this point but desperate as the normalness in the room was suffocating me like a hand full of house yawns

At times like this you realise how far you have sunk when the hollyoaks omnibus is playing on a Sunday morning with the sign language bloke in the corner. Happy daze.

- Syd