|nuclear accident story
||[Jan. 9th, 2005|01:04 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
the star of this dream was *john*
we played records (the clash)
demoted to the kitchen, dishwasher duty.
we had an arguement:
'if your're embarrased i really can't be bothered
why don't you get a job?'
'why don't you fuck off?'
walking through a wood carpeted with bluebells
found a broken thermometer. it was stuck on -32degress
talked to a friendly bouncer
who told me the nuclear accident story
and how this landscape
was scoured out...
'this is classified
if you tell anyone, i will have to kill you.'
went to the shop to get some noodles
a red ferrari sped past
and disslocated 3 fingers of my left hand
got out my white bmw estate
and retold nuclear accident story to duncan.