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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 slut..do all the best sluts have fun..???...Only the bell ringers know the answer for whom the bell tolls...as the clock face pushes me to the midnight pillow...  

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