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Wednesday 1:30p.m.
Between the bus stop photies, there is a photie of my new jobbie place and one of the old gulag, the one surrounded by the wooden fence. The fence is to stop you escaping. You end up in the gulag in the first place, if you're like moi, by not showing anything like enough ruthless ambition, especially in the garnering of wealth and leeway. Having your testicles removed might not help either.
I'm so crabbit. No nicotine today so far. So far, so crabbit! This is not much of a time of year for a joe who wants the Unfortunate Ones in correct doses i.e. few and far bertween. Oh well! Once more into the breach, dear friends!
4 comments:
"few and far bertween" - what have you got against us berts?
It is interesting to me that all the schools over here seem to look like variations of prisons.
Marie! A kid from Poland told me her primary school was called Number 37! Prisons, the army and school are all variations of the one thing! Hotboy
They give you cheap booze in the army.
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