Sunday, December 20, 2009

RepetitionRepetitionRepetition

Dave the dope fiend shootin' dope,
who don't know the meaning of water nor soap, moved back in last week.
Things are all so quiet again... I hate it. Mum has stopped talking,

Cat got her tong. Stole my iPod too. Maybe that's why things are so quiet.

Seems that sneaking out is the only spruce of entertainment for now. It's not even that fact that I'm not allowed out, simply the idea it reminded me of a better stage in life, a younger era. Year 5 or 6, When a fight was over who gets what colour folklore board and Nike high top dunks where the shit. Not this who said she said shit,

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