Friday, 24 April 2015


When was the last time I saw a dirty ear? I haven't been up close and personal with anybody in years. All I ever hear are boos and jeers as I walk down the road mumbling all my fears. Even though I used to be a company man, licking boots and butts and shaking all the hands, now they're whispering and staring, telling me I'm scaring these kids? These kids are scared of life. They don't know the horrors of having a house and a wife. They can't even be bothered pretending to be polite. I'd make them pretend whilst I stick them with my knife.

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