Had a dream about being executed, I was having metal badges taken off me by a guard, I was a terrorist. I had the sudden realisation 'I will be dead in the morning', I was gasping for breath at the realisation of it all and then I woke up. Watched a little bit of telly while eating my crunchy nut cornflakes, saw an advert for vodaphone about 'imagine if you could create your own world' where there is footage of him walking around surrounded by a hand drawn world full of cunty text phrases that no one but the gormless use 'cu l8ers' 'm8' lol' and the like. Who would want to live in hand drawn world with those phrases floating around? A nobhead would, but that's about all. Headed in for work, reading my book as I wander the streets towards the bus stop, I'm about 40 pages from the end now so just want to finish it. I'll miss it when I do finish though, great read. Stood at the bus stop for a while until a 227 popped along. Not my usual as it goes to bromley north instead of south but though I would just walk down. t was busy and the bus smelled of wet washed clothes, quite a pungent detergent smell. Got off at the top of the high street and wandered through. Was all deserted with litter swirling round in the middle of the pedestrianised area. People stood outside of shops reading battered books waiting to be let into the stores they worked in. Felt very peaceful, market stall people just putting their various fruits on display. Walked down the hill, there was a big faced girl with OTT eye make-up and vampish clothes with ill-matching bright red stilettos on. A man was talking on his mobile about the dream he had last night, all I caught was that he was back in high school. A door opened to my left, all I could see were 3 binbags stacked up with no sign of a person. People flooding up the street from the train station to fill the empty cavern of a high street.
Now I have to continue working on this shit the freelancers produced. Great, something to look forward to.
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