Tuesday, 7 March 2017

100 words of writing

I know it's there. I know it's been there a long time. Just like that busted up, rusty table in the garden. It's been there a while. I've delayed throwing the fucking thing out time after time but I'll get to. If it rusts itself to death then it will be doing me a favour. If someone took it, then it's there problem so I just leave it there. Till I am ready to throw the fucking thing out.
I know it's there. I know it's been there a long time.



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