Tuesday 20 June 2017



Ye, maybe leaving a man who looks like the General, underslept and in a truly bad mood, in the paediatric ward of the hospital thorough the night with a book about a middle aged paedophile isn't the best strategy... I only had Lolita, Pavček poems and Whitman poems in the bag when shit went down with the retarded fucking teenager, and G wasn't in the mood for poetry....

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