when I reach 4200 I may know the answer
I could be the answer
Fucking Tuesday. People removing non-existent hats. Words of stench. Impossibly yahooable introductions. Fruity fingers ponting at what no one might have done. Remembering previous 11/4's. Counting them. Onion taste. No-smoking schools. Defective grammar. Unwined. Triple meals. The unfeasibility of neat transport. 3's & 6's. From beginning to end. Fucking Tuesdays.