Yes, They Do A Gum

ever got the feeling you’re drowning in a sea of forbidden fruit juice? i have. i’m currently for the first time in ever, content. to the core. pecimistic as to the span of this godsend, but all the same… content. i see things differently when i’m happy; i can’t be sure whether the reality i see now is reality in itself or perhaps it’s more of a chagrin on society; pecimistic optimism? moving on just breifly to a more structured account of my day; i literally seemed to do nothing today… all i can remember is moshi, CLiBBRATS and the beautiful end to my college day; then it’s just a blur till the pub which brings me up to date, in my room; sitting on my ‘sofa’ on the sadtop. i have of course of the last few days come to realise how much i miss streetcar and thus: stanley. but in retrospect, tis pity tomorrow, should be ace. and maybe drama club; depends what cracks off. now, back to my disjointed thoughts… sams car was ill recently; has been given numerous metaphorical ‘get well soon’ cards and is now right as rain… or perfect as petrol? anyway; wrights pies and moshi dont appear to compare and contrast well; “STOP EATING IN OUR COFFEE SHOP!” they politely said; blatenty not really caring, obviously been told by the manager. so i had a big mouthfull of sausage roll then, what a burn. HA. i have surprisingly little to say tonight; and now i’ve said that im sure i could go on alot further but… i clearly dont want to divulge, other than to say; trebor spearmint gum, try some. x

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