Remove any metal’ the nurses demand, if you take it in with you break the thing and, the pics will be blurry just no use at all, so take off your belt and don’t let your pants fall. 


A cage wrapped around you, an inch from your face. The earphones don’t work, it’s a bloody disgrace, for the millions it costs to get on this machine, i want a big blanket a film and a screen.


It whirs into life with a shattering clank, (the sound that you get when you start a fucked tank) with luck there’s no smoke as the magnets revolve, as a dulling sensation depletes my resolve. 


You lie there for ages and time loses track, the minutes fade out and the picture turns black. As dreams penetrate the thick walls of the cage, you have a quick nap (now THATS showing your age) 

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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