Thursday 28 May 2015

Last Thoughts



Shit shit shit.

Over that, under that…

Shit shit shit…

If I survive this, I’m going to kill whoever wanted to come camping.

Oh yeah, it was me, and CLIFF!

Water, please, hit it….

Oh shit, where’s the shore, where… Fuck…

Oh god, did I break… I can’t have broken it, not now….

Stand, stand….

FUCK.

OK George, it’s not broken, it’s a sprain, you can fucking do this, RUN!

Don’t look back, keep running, it can’t be behind you this fast, RUN!

RUN!

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

What…

Wait, where, did I…

HOW CAN I BE BACK HERE, I TOTA-

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