A critical gaze and frustrated remark dropped the guillotine.
Nothing would ever be the same.
North but not quite. Embedded with the usuals, they are typecast.
Outnumbered and mutinous, I'm alone again.
Leave now, fuck this place.
Car v's and caravans of angst. Some find time to relax, I grabbed my crutch and covet it.
Airborne and calamitous the trip continues. Pains author is stalwart.
Can these fragments be salvaged, will these machines ever releave me.
Finally on 10, then awake again.
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