The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Sunday, 18 December 2016
Train Coming Soon
I wake up and dream of becoming rich. Instead, I miss the train to work and for my troubles get a fucking stitch. I wake up and dream of falling in love. But I scroll through my choices and it's just a cunt, bitch, and another cunt. I wake up with an overwhelming urge to find someone to punch. But as usual, I don't have the fucking guts. They're too busy getting twisted up digesting another lacklustre and unsatisfying lunch.