Writings 41-50
there is a public house (pub) on the corner of the road, many cars pass it at great speeds and some at incredibly slow speeds. there are many moon-eyed youngsters slowly rotating their heads and hoping for somethin intoxicating , not neccesarily a drug but maybe a life-affirming talk given to them by someone high up in the capataist food chain
all spelling errorz are mine own
Comments
Post a Comment