Dirty Sandwich.
Dirty sandwich I cannot eat, it will make me die. I never saw who made it, who is it, what are you, inside the rise of salad death. Of meat.…
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Dirty sandwich I cannot eat, it will make me die. I never saw who made it, who is it, what are you, inside the rise of salad death. Of meat.…
The day prior to this one now in history or timeless nothing, I lived as a seed. I felt my growing. I felt a bud to a leaf in my…
Many years ago I attended a Unite course in Leeds. I was shocked at how individualised suppose Socialists were, no comradeship interaction, by this time I realised Thatcher had done…
Ten feet down that is where I was as if pushing against a solid mass, I remembered daylight and the first breaths of that day. I was an adult and…
Mr Simplistic, that’s how I grew up not a smear, not a taint of any kind, then came life and other people. Too many to cope with, back of the…