Current mood:focused sleepy wakey
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
You wake up. You are alone. The room is tiny, window high, filthy. Light filters in a lazy bullying dust cloud across the room. The bed is hard and unforgiving, an open toilet sits seething in the corner of the room. You ache everywhere, and your head is ringing the headache bell. You were arrested last night for drunken sex on the 73 to Stoke Newington.
Currently listening:
Papua New Guinea Translations
By Future Sound of London
Release date: 2002-07-02
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