What i want ... more than anything ... is for you ... to fuck off.
ok fair enough, bleeding man lying on the footpath in the foetal position with your head rigid as though there's a pillow underneath. i did plough in thinking some dudes were kicking you round. they left, i tried to nudge you upright. white hair, torn forehead and knee.
those eyes, i know them. you were young and hot and funny or spiritual or something other magnetic. now a bit old and still drunk and watching to see what i'll do next. night.
also it's christmas and people are a bit nuts. yelling into phones while crossing the road. generally, with or without family, equally nuts.
i hope you get home. maybe prop yourself up against a wall.
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