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It was a day like any other, at least so I thought. It started out quite normal that is until these people came in ,one of them friends with my room-mate, the rest siblings.
'Japan is nuts,' says the American man. 'Crammed and busy and stiff. Their cars drive on the wrong side of the road, And they write in hieroglyphs.
What's been has passed and already done. You got love but I'm still on the run. On my way now to Amarillo. On the back of an armadillo. Racing down in the wind and rain.
When I went down to the bikes the following day Martin and Dave were nowhere to be seen. On checking their room it became apparent they had left the pub at 2am to continue drinking in the hotel bar.
Johnny, I've decided to write you a letter for every day you're away in Nepal, starting today.
Yūrei Pt.1 Ch.3 City Lights Everything is quiet. The woman in front of me has dozed off and her children remain blissfully silent.
Motorway services really are misleading. I've spent the past hour sleeping. You said its cute and endearing. Me asleep and singing. The services are bustling. With crisp packets rustling.
Smokey cape shrouds the mountains, drifting through rows of dimly silhouetted trees, rising. Mountains and mountains and mountains thick and sprawling with dark green and with hard sheaths of rock.
I don't judge you, despite the fact you drink too much to escape from problems and run away when life gets too serious.
I'm falling asleep everywhere I am, In the car, Walking, Just sitting down.
If you stare long enough at the lights they get that great photographic blur, bokeh, which always makes the scene look deeper and far more interesting than it actually is.
I went to Bristol last night, For the exam I've taken today. An four-hour exam. Tired and excited after that. Felt sleepy the whole afternoon, but I need to catch up the train back home.
We are on holiday. In Glasgow. In December.