Thursday, 12 February 2015

The Greatest Autobiography of Jemz and Dom and Goodbye.

We'd been at it again for nearly a year. Taking parts of our lives and rearranging them here. This time was different though, not nearly as clear, we lacked Eastbourne Pier; our lives were like a halved sphere - descending from top gear, toward our nadir, with no safe harbour into which we may steer.

In the old days our 'friends' would all jeer, when our words first premièred, but now they won't even sneer, because they won't lend an ear, as our hair disappears and our deaths linger so tantalizingly near.

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