Wet with sweat
My duvet stinks
Torn Lemsip sachets scattered
My bones all ache
My nostrils flake
My eyebrows are all matted
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The Whirligig of Monotony
He who dies with most the toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
Pikey Television's Author
Themes
- Bestiality (1)
- Cancer (3)
- Covert lesbianism (1)
- Crack (1)
- Death (12)
- Death and Cancer (1)
- Depression (16)
- Futility (3)
- Incarceration (1)
- Mongols (1)
- Passive aggression (1)
- Power (1)
- Suicide (1)
- Vegetarianism (1)
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