Sunday, July 24, 2005

A Big fat Fucking Failure

God damn it, or so it goes, as trumpets blare behind his head and he cannot believe he’s gone so far only to realised it wasn’t far enough. But deadlines were written and agreed, some even signed and thus it was that it must be finished as is, without improvement though it is needed as much as love.
But fireworks will ascend, but only a few though, as it could have been more, and there will be modest celebrations, not in Spain as hoped but in Leeds in houses evacuated of terrorists. Streamers will streams and whizzers will whiz and pregnant single mothers will go home early to nurse their swollen bellies.

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