something i didn't find in a fair and more stories

but i want to be there

sometimes something beautiful makes the days go more smoothly. like a bit of beirut in the morning. this mans voice makes my heart flutter, and makes me tingle in my pants. aweeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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yesterday me and emma saw the neighbours cat carry the FATTEST pigeon in its mouth. we then commenced to watch the moggy eat its catch across the street. i was pretty fascinated; the manner in which it was going at its meal you'd think he was tucking into a 3 course meal... such decorum! this afternoon me and lewis went to investigate further, and to see if there were any remains for him to use for his artwork. we found a headless pigeon corpse with a broken wing. delicious. the street i live on is pretty quiet but unfortunately at the moment of retrieval there were a number of witnesses, including two men who walked into the house we were stood in front of. so they're either gonna think we're some dead-bird loving freaks (which i guess we are) or roadkill-eating doleys (which we aren't. or i'm not anyway).