last night i dreamt i was burgling your house. i met you on the stairs and said ‘im burgling your house, how does that make you feel?’ and you said ‘fuck you you fucking motherfucker. i refuse to critique the two or three mediocre poems you will inevitably write about this experience’. i think this was a bit mean of you and you should apologise.

last night i dreamt i was burgling your house. i met you on the stairs and said ‘im burgling your house, how does that make you feel?’ and you said ‘fuck you you fucking motherfucker. i refuse to critique the two or three mediocre poems you will inevitably write about this experience’. i think this was a bit mean of you and you should apologise.

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I'm at uni in a seaside town that they forgot to close down. But it's a very nice seaside town, with bookshops and such. I like to write, dance about in my poncho and play skyrim. Look at that, I've just made myself into poncho guy. I'm not sure if I should give less of a shit about that, or try not to stereotype myself. Fuck it, I'm befuddled. If I'm pretending not to be befuddled, I'm probably about to do something I'll regret.

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