Sunday

The Steve Routine.


Politely, I go the distance. In goes the baldy arse-bit and I'm driving come extermination-deep. I am refering to her in the doorway, soft murmuring fanny, children screaming at a distance, dark insights, big comers, we shit consequence, and spill reach-drinking onto the dark shore of tragedy central.

A deadbeat length-fucked lifestyle.

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