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I was in the car with Big Narstie, and I'm not gonna lie, he was really big. So we parked up somewhere that looked a bit dark and dangerous and he got out the car and knocked on some random blue door.
The gentle waves hissed like elegant ball gowns on elegant ladies. It was early.
And then it occurred to me. Or at least I think it did. Not much had ever occurred to me; maybe it was my tree, or that I was way up above the canopy by now. Anyway I had had an idea.
The wind is strong and cold. I feel transparent as the night pours through and all around me. I am being followed by one who isn't there- and I couldn't care less.
Some jokes just aren't funny. They get on your nerves. Why not tell a story. One day, a chicken crossed the road. Why.