Saturday, November 23

Kind of fine

It's sort of kind of fine that you are pressing against my bottom next to the rubbish bin while I'm trying to savour a Cornish pastry. It is kind of sort of fine that you pretend not to notice that you are dribbling all over me. All over my new vintage vinyl bag that I love so much. All over my new golden brooch, all over my fury collar that never sighs. 

It's sort of kind of fine that you are fine.

So late in me

So you are so late and the noodles are all soggy and the ginger not so gingery and the chilli pepper all over the place.

You promised that you'll bring some soya sauce bad you forgot. So late in me now and no come pillow at all.

So late in me

So you are so late and the noodles are all soggy and the ginger not so gingery and the chilli pepper all over the place.

You promised that you'll bring some soya sauce bad you forgot. So late in me now and no come pillow at all.

Youme

You write next to me and sniff your nose and wipe it all around and up and down. You wrote and I am looking for the  % symbol, which is very hard to find.

Every time I have a shower I drown and shout as if I'm drowning. But I am drowning for real but I shout as if I'm drowning although it is for real.

I leave work, meet you at the pub and we fight.

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