strange man in a strange land

Monday, June 12, 2006

It was like it was

"Whaddaf**k am I doing here?"
This was the last thought of a dying porpoise; it was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It felt weak, lazy, breathless and polluted; it just stared for the last time at that freaky city and then closed its eyes.

That was a bad day.


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