Vanity. Ares

threesome. I was indifferent to the idea, but I felt it
would be rude to refuse. They did not provide meat
or milk, but a roof nonetheless. I wondered of the
territory we were stepping on as Gerard spoke with
his mopy, curly hair and his denim shirt, but I
agreed as I had not much on, my mind was inclined
to the fact that I would have to make my way home.
Home is where the hatred is, said Gil Scott Heron,
one of my favourite artist’s and it was, it was...
I had no real reverence to London, but I
thought perhaps I should make my way back. But, I
had no real pressing concern to leave. Although
before I did end up leaving myself, Gerard, and
Martinq did indulge in this aforementioned
threesome. Yes, I was ushered into their bedroom
and we did all have intercourse. I for a time sat on
the bed and watched whilst Gerard and Martinq
had relations. I remember I was deep in thought
about how I was going to purchase this salami
sandwich from a few bus stops away. It had a thick
layer of cheese and I always noticed that the guy
making the sandwich would use fresh bread; not
the kind you would buy from a supermarket but the
kind you would purchase from a baker: that
impressed me. But, my mind was troubled just as
much as my financial situation was. However, that
night ended with me back on the settee, and the
next day came. I woke up and had no gigs that
evening and just a small remnant of an idea with
Gootau, a Senegalese born Gambler that I had met
on a night out. We were discussing using internet
shops to get account information and purchasing
mobile phones and socks. He was seemingly
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