You know that
It's right there
You stare
Don't even care
To bat an eyelid
Come on, kid
There's work to do
You should be working
Work to do, work for you
Come on, kid
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December
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- Sea, Earth, Sky.
- Through the snow.
- The End of the Line.
- Weak.
- Plath, Thomas, Eliot.
- What an absurd analogy.
- Better/Well and the space in between.
- Little White Card.
- First World Angst.
- Accursed band-aids.
- The King,
- Pounding Headaches.
- Les anarchistes.
- Hue-mongous pun efficiency.
- Come on, kid.
- Delicious angst.
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About Me
- Oliver Stuart
- Now when I say 'the other day' it could in fact mean any time in the past 18 years. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.
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