World's colour is all grey;
Its uses are spent.
So, rest sweet child,
Sing your way to heaven,
And dream of apples.
We will clean your fucking razor.
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About Me
- James R. Bell
- James R. Bell is a snarky critic, poet, satirist, and dis-illusioned preacher of nothing. He is currently studying English and Creative Writing at Northumbria and still has trouble believing that paid authors have to write about themselves in third person.
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