Of no fixed abode

It must be something to do with the chemistry or maybe the mathematical chicanery because the blame always seems to end up with me and by me you know I mean us. Expendable? you’d better believe it and that’s easier than believing their bullshit…

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Sunday

It’s a sunny start to another day locked away? not really locked more like blocked, a bit like that thing Facebook does. I think I’ll take a long walk and give myself a good talking to, stop feeling so blue. This is not for ever it’s just a glitch in the program…

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