Last week I fell off my pushy. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It was dark, it was raining, I had no lights, I was half pissed, it involved a stationary object. I ended up nursing myself for a few days. This involved sleeping, moaning and talking to the dog a lot. It was all very therapeutic.
I couldn't walk for two days but, typically, the morning after the bingle the agency called me up for the first time in 4 weeks to offer me work.
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are the sores crusting over yet? are they picky?
They were SO picky. But all the pickiness joy has faded as they've almost healed. Oh well.
thought that was an arm.
just realised that it is a torso.
where have I been?
obviously nowhere.
You've been looking at my torso (what a good word) is where you've been.
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