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as i traipsed around the whole of portsmouth drunken and carrying my kens chicken i notice how dumb it looks the landscape the scenery the drunk lads on the drunk slags and all those cabs waiting to rape your money away acting dumb and naive wasting ten pound notes whilst you try to direct your way home its such a joke now you think why the fuck did i spend that cash on chicken it tastes so shit but i like it and i feel like drinking more but shes here and she wasnt here for chicken shes here for someone me i dont know but i want it now the food is so warm and also the cab is and i want to get out now and sleep eat or fuck but theres nothing to do right now except wait and lights are bright they seem so bright so loving and harsh as well jager bombs wow so many jager bombs the trains sound themselves here like klaxons and warnings so loud like an explosion why am i here i dont get it anymore am i drunk carried away or just wasted so wasted talent gone to a tack a hack i need something calm a cup of tea id kill a man a dog a tree for a cuppa now why do i wait so long for all this im home shes here shes looking for somthing to get out but she tags hands hold and food is eaten doors open we assemble out its cold but warm and food is warmer and drinks are drunk we are upstairs lights on off now touch and sleep.