Memo:
I drove through the wind and the rain just to be there, over borders and through cities unrecognised by my eyes but familiar in feel to my home town. I imagined the streets and buildings in the naked glow of yellow streetlight, stripped back to nothing but plaster and road signs and I never felt lonely, not even for a minute because I know that life is nothing but concrete blocks, moving cars and people jaywalking over the asphalt streets at night to get to some awful bar where the drinks are cheap and the music is beating their heads in with a ridiculous rhythm of vanity. This is an everwhere place where everybody looks the fucking same, and feels the fucking same and nobody can even imagine a life without this topshop idiosyncrasy and one-mind obsession with looking 'right'. I was never like this, but I did try and I couldn't be the same as those that are different. I am happy to live in this naked town stripped down to bare bone but I don't want to pretend like that ain't the truth. Give me a second to write a list of ten things I don't like about your freedom and I'll allow you the freedom to enjoy having your life judged, and your fucking ego's massaged. I hope you enjoy your night on the town.
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