as usual stuck here in the night
I think the dreams of you will never cease to haunt me,
visions of that smile you smile with dimples, that
cunning, knowing smile

if you're gay you know we still love you

I think my magic talent works better than I'd ever feared

oh fuck
fucking fuckety fuck
my life's a big stinking bag of wank

I miss you I miss you like fuck I miss fantasising about putting my arms around your neck and pressing my lips against yours
Imissyousomuchithurtssometimes.

I miss you so fucking much.

do you remember
walking slowly
sideways through corridors
hiding under stairs
do you fucking remember?