Zero Alcohol.
Well, bank holiday is here, everyone's f**ked off somewhere and im here on my Jack Jones (on my own) as usual. Do I frighten everyone? Or bore them? Am I not enough 'adult' for them to consider inviting me out? Too many uncomfortable questions methinks. Im not that bothered, as myself am not on they're level. 'Normal' people talk about normal things like weather and neighbours, but poets like to roll our tongues over dying and the art of insanity. Talking of careers or vehicles to me is like putting freckles on a silk veil.
Thats the trouble with smalltowns. Too many sparrows and not enough eagles.
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