bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Sunday 13th May2012.

The clock ticks the rush of the passing bus outside my window..heralds the end of the weekend for me...once more it has been a blur,the gargoyles as always tramp through the night..old slut is gagging but then she always is, the Last Samurai sits in the  distance for some strange thoughts are playing games inside his head most probably brought on by Madam Zoot in her red shoes..secretly i think she also hungers over the thought of being a all the best sluts have fun..???...Only the bell ringers know the answer for whom the bell the clock face pushes me to the midnight pillow...  

  • Thursday 12th May 2022.

    I think i need to poke my head out of the front door smell the coffee, hold my hand out to feel as if it is raining them pull on my busted stockings…

  • Monday 9th May 2022.

    Today i have started my second week without a reminder to pull on my blue uniform...i do not miss it..or am i lying to myself, perhaps... i do not…

  • Tuesday 3rd May 2022.

    I no longer drive one of these.... My blue uniform is now gathered up, old bits, new bits, consisting of shirts, high viz vests, which i always…

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