Autumn is trying to eat me, the Forlorn Hope mixes with the Proverbial Beast Triffids in my mind games..an empty bus roars down past my window to the world, the sky a dark blanket not a star to be seen. Its been one of those days where one thinks what the fuck, i thought i might treat myself to a touch of fem clothing with a voucher i have been
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