dont ask me...
so im standing at the train station wondering when the mother fucking train is going to decide to get its ass down here.
and i think.
shit.
i hate it here.
london.ha!..this is um the "multicultual" society right?. multicultural my ass.
some women's standing next to me, her bag swipes my shoulder...i hardly notice,..."oh sorry" she says with a face so frightened that it looks like an ass with fucking constipation....i mean what is this?, do i look like something with a life threatening disese?. thought not.
well ahem, anyhow. no body talks here. this is shutdown zone, anxiety ridden, overflowing population shutdown zone, precisely.
im sick of it.
but do i leave?
yes. no. yes what?, fuck this im going.
and i think.
shit.
i hate it here.
london.ha!..this is um the "multicultual" society right?. multicultural my ass.
some women's standing next to me, her bag swipes my shoulder...i hardly notice,..."oh sorry" she says with a face so frightened that it looks like an ass with fucking constipation....i mean what is this?, do i look like something with a life threatening disese?. thought not.
well ahem, anyhow. no body talks here. this is shutdown zone, anxiety ridden, overflowing population shutdown zone, precisely.
im sick of it.
but do i leave?
yes. no. yes what?, fuck this im going.