Don't know about you, but I

Fucking hate it.

Keep bumping into things I thought

Were dead. But they're

Not.

It's all bollocks. Move one thing,

Dump another -

Sorry, recycle the fucker -

Still pisses me

Off.

Where does all this shit come from?

Saved crap that bites -

And then I'm supposed to find a

Place it can go?

Bin.

Yeah. Bin it all. Who will know?

I bloody will,

Mourn the loss if it's old,

Rejoice if it's

Not.

I hate tidying up - it's

Shit. 'Coz when you

Dust you reveal memories.

Angus Dewar 28th February 2006