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Friday, 23 June 2006

The flying thing

A flying thing flew into my nose just!
Fucking hell, it might still be inside my head,
Swimming up into my eye, or into my frigging limbic system.
If I had known earlier, that this would happen today, I wouldn't get out of bed!
I would have slept right past 5.30 pm, and not have a flying thing fly
into me at 5-fucking-pm, and possibly crawl out from my eye!

I blew and blew my nose just!
I wanted to blow out the flying thing that flew.
But fucking hell, it might still be inside my head...
If life was bad it is worse,
And it will be this worse forever!

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