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Oct 2009
Please, for the sakes of yourselves,
SHUT THE HELL UP.
If you are going to talk
then talk.
No one who is anyone
wants to hear
how you love the football
or despise the government
and immigration.
It is dull, two dimensional speak.
It says a lot about you
-you say a lot about yourself:
dull and two dimensional things.

But, I suppose I like listening.
I now know that I have nothing
to worry about.
I got out, in a sense.
Sometimes it gets lonely
looking in at everything
you can't be part of,
but most of the time
it is the reason I haven't bled to death
or run in front of one of these cars
built by idiots
and driven by them.
I tried it once,
but I didn't know what I was doing.
As a result, I won
or maybe the car won,
I'm still not sure.

Anyhow, let me get a beer.
I'll be back soon
Written by
Jamie Townend
699
   Anne Cameron
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