So, Peppermint Patty’s peculiar penchant for pissing me off to the full, has poisoned my previous passion for violently letting one slip. Now life’s dull.

But bitterly biting the bloated balloon that is Barbara Bradshaws behind, will only demean what is seen as serene and will never be thought of as kind.

Now all my external internal discerningly simple ideas through my life, are put in my journal, nocturnally, thermally pleased that I don’t have a wife.

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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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