Deserted

First World by Mark Jones

I started going to bed early and getting up at four each morning to sit in the chair and stare at my mug with my eyes closed. I knew I rebooted better if I was free to install my own updates using a densely drilled crude and the search engine in my head. This was done while wearing trousers, which were not donned before depositing a proper piss in the toilet and filling the sink with snot rockets. The unearthing...

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