Anyone's Game

It feels like someone's been burning my corneas while I slept.

My white t-shirt is now decorated with very artistic snakebite stains.

My Grant's jeans smell like they belong to a twenty a day smoker.

A quiet, but very persistent, ringing is going on somewhere in the region of my brain stem and I can't make it stop.

Someone something has coloured my tongue a dark, deep mauve, while covering it with a sweet, sugary paste.

Sore feet, scuffed shoes, spent money.





Nights out are wonderful, aren't they?!
Song of the Day kept me sane.