I get violent when I'm fucked up , so said the clash . I feel the other way around unless I get fucked up I will get violent. Island life is shitHow dod I get in this mess , , the crownong achievement of 40 years of adult stupidity, a misguided belief I should care for a parent , driven by unfounded guilt , I had no responsability yet I took it , and here I am on an island I don't like , in a house I don't like. I feel a complete outsider all the time here , nervous and paranoid in my garden , overlooked by the whole village. What can I do the parent only seeks selfish ends , and I do not have the nerve to leave them. I am stuck cornered,trapped. How can I walk away?
And why do the people here not care for their island anymore , why is there so much litter,abandoned cars , fishery rubbish everywhere, and farming debris , old trailers , old shit, why do they build such ugly houses , and let the pretty old ones fall to bits where they stand? Qhy are their teenage kids vandals? Noisy,rude and disrespectful.
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@ 2008-05-04 - 06:10:42
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