Forget You, Pal.

I'm trying to leave... Every now and then I feel the end of us. I love the way you breathe inside my head.

I seem to have meandered... I can't write. It's as simple as that. I will write a list. I will kill the morning hours.

Second hand weaponry. Justices of the Peace. +44 and the reuniting of old friendships. Hunger pains on passenger planes. Nifty fifties. Naughty Forties. Sexy Sixties. Heavenly Seventies. Flirty Thirties. Chronological disorder. Batman. Breaking into Glauren's house. Accidental overdose. Is someone there? I can hear you breathing. Frugal spending. Knuckle dusters. Pop tarts and Guinea Pigs. Gelatto: overrated faux-ice cream. Bristletoe. Age of consent versus paying the rent. Numerical problems. Biff. Thrush cream advertising on prime-time television. Quality control and bronchial passages. Lottery numbers. Jimmy Eat World. The Hunter Virus. Lollapolooza. Critical disdain. Bare breasts and buried chests. Ancient Egyptian archaeological discoveries. Supposition. Raw fish in coconut milk. Two-thirds majority. Butternuts and minikins. Lackadaisical attitudes towards social policy. Syd Clinical. Hercules Morse: as big as a horse; and Scarface Claw: The toughest Tom in town. Handicap Handjob. Sucrose uptake and Serotonin inhibitors. Lester The Molester Cockenshtuff. Paddle steamers and all-day dreamers. Zebra crossings. Officially deficient. Malevolent benevolence. West-Bromwich Albion. Relegation zones. Bubble-wrap. Ducky, right now. Ping pong versus Pacman. Second round knockouts. Lucid dreams and butterbeans. Pants. Fourteen going on forty. Bitzer Maloney: All skinny and bony.

Do your joints ache when it's cold?