Inspired by some shitty but doubtlessly well-meant text messages I got today, pissed me off beyond believe and at the same time depresing me to the depths of hell it self, sitting there outside in the Amsterdam old neighborhood De Jordaan, sunny and with my book, patiently waiting for the Sisters Of Mercy and their charity food...not blaming the other person at the other side of the wireless telephone line but still feeling like a robe is tightening around my neck...
My mind is traumatised and works in mysrterious ways, even to myself...
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