I like the muted sounds, the shroud of grey, and the silence that comes with fog. ~ Om Malik
I got worried that she hadn’t been around for a while and I found out she was with Mommy. She rattled the great big liberty bell and staff at me, cup way up in the darkness. The one near Boston and it was a dulled ceramic white with pink and baby blue shapes on it. Mommy told me that lately that she had been with her in a cot due to the extreme pressure the filthy scum on the English throne had put me through. Anyway a few minutes later she starts crying and demands to be back with me so I experience her in a baby blue bubba grow being cuddled to my chest in an upright position, my left forearm and hand under her bum, right arm across her back and hand cupping her head on my right shoulder. She is now off to sleep in her own cot and my insides are incredibly warm which they haven’t been for weeks.
FUCK YOU SICKO CUNT YOU EVEN TRIED TO GET SUFFOLK COUNCIL HOME HELP IN HERE, THAT WAS ORGANISED BY THE POLICE MONTHS AGO. I HAVE SINCE WISED UP AFTER SAYING YES TO THE HELP AND PEOPLES PHONE BEHAVIOR HAS A DIRECT RELATIONSHIP TO HOW HARD THEY TRY. RANCID PRICK.
When you have heart disease, you start to be tired of everything. It’s like getting older. You become more white, and after that, grey. You have no feeling for anything. ~ Gerard Depardieu