stole my sisters tape of ''rank'' at the tender age of 14...

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pillow

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at first,
i thought it was just a bit silly,
peculiar,
all the flowers and hair.
quite soon,
i found myself dancing and twirling.

later,
as life became intolerable,
i listened to meat is murder,
sitting on the bedroom windowsill,
contemplating,
smashing myself to bits,
on the patio.

not high enough.

as time trundled onwards,
i left my room,
and consorted with:
boys,
girls,
old men,
computer programers,
thailand flopsies,
flaky homos,
gingers,
scumbags,
acid heads,
and ravers.

and i forgot about old widow twanky in his L.A hidey-hole.

but,
at a raddled 19 yrs of age,
i found myself,
alone,
AND SO BORED.

and i was suddenly overjoyed to discover,

that morrissey had crept back into the daylight!
looking a little faded,
but still special,
so i:
went to the albert hall and fell in love again.

and the rapture is truly holy!
 
> what a lovely story.

This person is not to be confused with the original admirer. My admiration was never secert.
 
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