It's Like. Whe...when. Everytime it's the end. The last flickers of the fire remain, you wouldn't even call them embers really, just 'embs' at a stretch. But look. Here comes the gasoline. AND we're back in business. But no it's Tesco fuck value fuck petrol so dies just as quick.
Fuck this shit time to get the blanket.
I think.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
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