MASSIVE PANIC ATTACK

Pour milk. One sugar, spin. I was looking out the window. My time says 14:40. any moment now it will strike. I know it will, but just before it does let me jot something down. Something about the moment, now. Who knows what I will remember when I come to.

There is no protection from it I think; massive attack. I feel it in my fingers, feel it in my bones. Massive attack, radiates. On my desk negatives reels of dreamgirl, and I lie next to some stuff I got to fax. Fireworks is what I can mostly see in them, oh and I think I see a moon in there’s too. We took enough shots of one thing. But that’s enough of that.

I don’t know how it will be this time round. The attack that is. dreamgirls number is 077-235-721 oh I cant remember the rest. Here it is;2196, cause I wrote it on the photograph packet when I got it. I wonder what Sheila, and Beloved Ken are up to next door right now. Shit I got a paper cut. This shirts too tight, and its only had one wash, I am being strangled. I should turn on the radio take my mind off. Woah ok that’s not it, I cant be aware of it. When shit hits the fan – now remember if shit hits the fan or whatever happens there are people next door to me, and this is floor three.

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