Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Walk Away Dom

Put on your amber shades and your fifteen year old bottle of Calvin Klein aftershave. Who wants to fuck a dreadlocked girl in a caravan anyway? Readers, can you feel our pain? Does it radiate through your screen? Maybe if we put an Instagram filter on it, it would be easier to see. Because reading words, they're such a fucking effort aren't they. Why do we bother, I sometimes ask myself. Then I realise the answer is because no one else does. It's catch-22 and it fucking sucks. But then so does life, so does love. To hell with all you cunts.

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