Negev nomad

The unexpected I expect but I expect that you do too. In the Shires no dreaming spires just spikes to keep the homeless wakeful, that’s hateful. This ‘green and pleasant land’ ruled by a thieving ragtag band only gives a helping hand when pushing you over the edge. I could emigrate, hibernate or just hate…

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Graduating

My downfall is the tyranny of alcoholic incoherency, no one seems to notice me when I am on the floor…

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