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Last night I returned to my lovely home and ate a lovely wrap with lovely cheese, lovely salad, lovely tomato and lovely hip salad dressing as suggested by my housemate, the perennially lovely Mr Debie. Later I went to the lovely Mr Byron’s house for dinner. We consumed vast amounts of lovely food: lovely celery with lovely dips, lovely garlic bread, lovely pizza and lovely ice-cream. I washed this lovely feast down with a lovely bottle of red wine. I smoked many lovely cigarettes. We watched Kill Bill v.2, Byron dozed, his body exhausted by his epic consumption of carbohydrates. I thought the film got bad press but wasn’t amazing. Lovely in its own way of course. Leaving Byron to cycle his way to Aaron’s I caught a lovely bus back to my lovely house. I hung out with my lovely housemates for a bit and then retired to my lovely room to sleep.
This morning, with my meagre sleep having been tattered by thoughtlessness, I left my cunting cigarettes in my cunting jacket and sat shivering, smokeless and sleepy at the cunting bus-stop in the cunting rain having overslept and gone without my lovely breakfast.
Through the frail morning air I could hear both jacket and cigarettes mock me from the warmth of my lovely room.
This morning, with my meagre sleep having been tattered by thoughtlessness, I left my cunting cigarettes in my cunting jacket and sat shivering, smokeless and sleepy at the cunting bus-stop in the cunting rain having overslept and gone without my lovely breakfast.
Through the frail morning air I could hear both jacket and cigarettes mock me from the warmth of my lovely room.