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i said dream, it was more like a nightmare and steam! we used to wish our blood was as cold as steam. our blood was so hot that our Mam would boil our Dads eggs in it for his breakfast
Mam? Dad? Eggs? Breakfast? sounds like a weekend retreat round the windsors... we had sulphur to breath and acid to drink, the only way out? death, then reincarnated straight back. purest graft there was, 25 hours a day, toil!
 
Mam? Dad? Eggs? Breakfast? sounds like a weekend retreat round the windsors... we had sulphur to breath and acid to drink, the only way out? death, then reincarnated straight back. purest graft there was, 25 hours a day, toil!
25 hours toil a day! YOU WERE LUCKY! we used to work three 26 hour days every week and not get paid til a fortnight next Tuesday and a cup of acid between us once a week was a treat and some lorry exhaust fumes to breath on christmas day if we behaved ourselves
 
25 hours toil a day! YOU WERE LUCKY! we used to work three 26 hour days every week and not get paid til a fortnight next Tuesday and a cup of acid between us once a week was a treat and some lorry exhaust fumes to breath on christmas day if we behaved ourselves
paid? PAID? our reward was broken bones, teeth ripped out with pliars for a laugh, working three days a week... hahaha ...butlins holiday camp that! lorry fumes? we were the lorry! your here till you die and come back to die again. I'd call them slave drivers but thats unfair to the wronguns from yester-decade, no each of our pain masters was our own swivel eyed thatcher, the demented cackle, the cursed smile as each smite was smitten, there is a hell, the fear is its exactly the same for all...
 

paid? PAID? our reward was broken bones, teeth ripped out with pliars for a laugh, working three days a week... hahaha ...butlins holiday camp that! lorry fumes? we were the lorry! your here till you die and come back to die again. I'd call them slave drivers but thats unfair to the wronguns from yester-decade, no each of our pain masters was our own swivel eyed thatcher, the demented cackle, the cursed smile as each smite was smitten, there is a hell, the fear is its exactly the same for all...
she`s dead Dave. she`s been dead for ages Dave.
 
she`s dead Dave. she`s been dead for ages Dave.
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