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Last night I had me a dream but tonight sadly, we must pay tribute to some one already dead. Who is here, who is anywhere? You don’t know how sweet you are And at the moment and I should’ve been there.
Once I had it all, yes, see the North East Force 7, visibility generally poor and all to the point.
He was never a manager and nobody but nobody takes you seriously when you are 23
Despite what you said before you’ve got to let me know. We bring the women and the cars out apparently, a lovely ten minutes.
Her lips are warm while yours are cold.
They don’t have to give him a three year contract anymore.
“Well I am asking you.. Classic. Choke your heart and you fall apart, this western feeling strains and remains. Look back, how far have you come in this foreign place But you wont come down and settle. I can explain. I know what “Please please me” was all about, For experience and that’s it, what else would it have been?”
Where are you now, unremarkable car parks? Acres of grey space but no space to park, crammed and cramped with miscellaneous vehicles all there for good reasons, visits, shopping, going for a wee walk etc. Some unkind drivers double park, over the lines, across exits and carelessly on the edge of a row, sneaking in to be with the others. Trying to solve the emotional problems of their lonely car by getting up close and personal with a body of strangers. Then the diadled badges or are they disabled or are they at it or unable to read. Some cars are new and snooty, some old and battered, others ill maintained and taken for granted, turn the key and go and never check the oil or clear out the accumulated litter in the boot. The social work office have the worst records in terms of car care but I never said such a thing. Optimistically looking for spaces, hoping, waiting for the moment. Hoping nobody comes in the other way quickly and steals that vital place, oh the injustice of it all and the inner quiet rage. Ticket swoppers and hander overers, failing to read the small print on the ticket next to the stupid advert, some where it says "not transferable" but how would they ever know? If you want to travel you have to park, the parking is remarkable, the car parks are not.
This is a cool thing. Red and orange and green rainbow snake, angular in the dark. Walks the line. Mighty fine. Great square shoulders and optional pads, she was very popular with the lads. In those days, those old days, bad days. When we were the friend's of snakes and their impressionistic representations in whatever form they took before they were regarded as evil. So I was told.
I was drawn to this but I did not draw it. I copied this but I remained original. I found it in a strange place but I had been there before. It seemed quite ridiculous but made perfect sense. I avoided the confrontation by meeting it head on. I was hungry but fed up. I was thirsty but found it hard to swallow. In the end I had to send it back but I won't return it till tomorrow.
What is it about Johnny Depp that makes him the success he is? Idiosyncratic films and commercial junk. Living out some Bohemian dream, in a dream scape. In France. Another movie comes along. You can't quite believe. You can't quite believe, it's all too good to be true. You believe, I know you do. But I see through you. And all the boys are jealous 'cos all the girl's think he's hot. Which he probably is, whether I like it or not.
She was standing outside the Coop. She asked me for 97p for her bus fare. I said that I had no change. In the shop I bought bread and soup and dithered a bit, I thought a couple were following me. My laptop is on the front seat of the car. There was a queue at the till because a young man was cashing in his lottery tickets and scratch cards. The assistant apologised for the wait, I said that it was fine. I walked back outside and the girl was still there. She looked at the ground as I handed her a pound coin. "Now I can get my bus" she said, "thanks". I thought of Karma, Heaven and Hell as I drove away nursing some unnamed guilt. None of the feelings made sense. Few things ever do. This is a short, short story.