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With ref to wanker trucks.
On my way home today there was a raptor parked up on the opposite side of the road and the driver was having a mare trying to get it out of the space. I could see it shuffling back and forth as I was approaching. They still hadn’t got out of the space as I got along side, but they had been revving the fuck out of the poor thing. You could smell clutch in the air. Then came the laying on of the horn. I wish I had time to hang around to see if they got out. -
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Damn it’s one fucked up film. The first 20mins is funny, but the rest of your life is changed after that point. There is no escape, you can leave the theatre, turn off the telly, but it stays with you and won’t let go.
Search for a meaning and you are left wanting, is that the meaning?
That not bricked up, bricked up window that can’t open yet the wind is always howling in the apartment.
Are we all Henry, forever trapped in our own lifes?
The thread killer