Radio in my ears is playing Nick Cave's rendition of Elvis's classic. Walking down deserted streets after midnight seemed to be a better idea than being left home in agony, hunted by demons of solitude, demons I hate and adore at the same time as they torture me the same way they make me relish my life and subdue the everlasting numbness of my days.
Buying a Kinder egg, not for me; it's for those deep curious eyes.
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