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Sometimes it sticks
That it feels
Like I felt already
And if I just turn around
I‘d see myself
Writing this line
Writing this line
That it feels
Like I felt already
And if I just turn around
I‘d see myself
Writing this line
Writing this line
posted by miller at 1:39 PM
2 Comments:
This is all going well, short, but nice......why couldn't poetry be like that when we were about 8 yeas old and made to read those fucking books by that loon of teacher Mrs Churchyard - I wonder what she is doing now?
Right - another attempt at contacting you, I just wrote you an email, but it got spat back at me, it went like this:
So Miller,
You have seemingly once again gone f ucking AWOL, although I imagine you're just having a slack time of it down in Exeter. Mooney has been trying to get in contact with you, he wants to send you an invite.....to find out what for, you'll have to speak to him won't you, you c unt. I of course told him he could try "C unt Devon" on the envelope, but if instead that ends up at the Krankies house (who do actually live in Torquay near a mate of mine) then you obviously won't receive it as I reckon its a 70-30% chance in your favour that this could happen.
I tried phoning your mobile, which is f ucking good of me coz I live abroad, but no answer, it actually went straight to answer phone, so maybe you've lost or broken this phone? What is your story? and remember, get your hand off your cock and get in touch with someone, and an address or anything for Mooney would be helpful.
Nice one.
Bruce.
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