A gerbil mind

Wow I was scrolling up for about twenty years and all that I saw was misery and cats, poetry and some shit about bats, Chinese refineries and Albanian laundries, it beats me why anyone would do it scroll through it but I suppose when the books have all been read and the pasta’s left you…

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Shopping! what shopping?

they’re singing of something in Stratford the usual Sunday noon things, like Jesus and Satan and only hell’s waiting, and I was doing my shopping nothing left on the shelves I can buy the locusts have been there before me I might as well give up and die, but then I remember the singing and…

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