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Aeroplane jelly Is not as Appetizing As the ads Would have you Think Of a time Where on Flight jelly Looked good.

Ultraviolet lines hurt my blue eyes It stings in fluorescent irony And it yells at me:  'You did this.' So, I vow to never complain Or to voice The truth. I am being haunted In the night, my dreams are in ultraviolet tones And wide awake, the world Will never seem quite right.

A tap dance. Beautiful black, rhythmic shoes. Clippity clap. He told me that it would all be fine, to loosen up. And then he danced. Clippity clap – like a train that never stops. A train that delivers mystery packages to nowhere in broad daylight and in the night, when the moon shines red but the stars are brighter than ever with the city glow. A rhythmic beat full of tension – no! – temptation. A snare drum guiding over the beat, guiding us to somewhere else. Clippity clap. He says he has to go. He has to go in to my life.

What's the point of living when you only live for the night? I sleep while the sun is up and the day is here. My family is out living their lives. Kind of. They aren't allowed to laugh in their own home, in fear of waking me up. I need to work for the pay. The night shift. It's only temporary but it's the only thing available to someone like me. I need to stop, I think, I'm not sure, I don't know. If I stopped, then what? I need money. People are relying on me to get money. I'm throwing my life away. Precious moments have been stolen, all because I need money. I hate it, I loathe it, but what choice do I have? My options are running out wh