I’m not going anywhere Lying like I've been dropped A Stephen King novel Propped on my chest... Imagine the universe ending Very soon Nothing good ever happens In the afternoon Sometimes I wake Like I just got EST Sometimes I done a little dribble It’s all the same And now the evening's Just a morning By a different name.
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AuthorJohn Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels. Archives
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