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

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