FIRE, FRUSTRATION & FURY

I am Jack’s rising blood.

I am Jack’s coursing bile.

I am Jack’s blind rage.

So, I’ve just spent ages locked out after my flat after my shitty, shit shit key, which has never worked properly, decided hey why work at all.

And in that moment, as in Fight Club, I wanted to destroy something beautiful.

But, alas, I’m English and I silently cursed and repressed all emotion like the best of our countrymen.

Consider this my strongly worded letter of complaint.

Yours,

Disgrunted in Tonbridge Wells

 

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