The Olga File

Nov 22, 2011 15:39

I try to reach the alarm, but my body’s too shaky. Ain’t no one gonna come for me now. And that man in his brown dusty coat is disappearing into the night. He ain’t laughin’, and he ain’t mad. He’s just doing his job, and I admire that. I can’t stand someone who pretends to be business-like but backs everything with philosophy.

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horfmeister November 22 2011, 20:39:47 UTC
No, I refuse to give any more explanation. If you don't like it, bitch somewhere else.

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