maturetvslut (maturetvslut) wrote,

Wednesday 6th April 2016.

Clouds roll across the sky. The the grey steel fence speaks volumes in the state of the world....the hum of the motorway traffic coasting in the distance can be heard above the now silent factories as I rest in my tiny red van for the ticking clock to release me on this small journey again...My wrinkled stockings are peaceful...this afternoon I passed a man sat amongst a bus stop alone fresh blood was on this once handsome face a half drunk bottle of Jim Beam was in his hand the vacant look in his eyes, perhaps said it all, and then perhaps from my point of view it seamed a waste, if he knew I was a transvestite perhaps he may have thought my life wasted also....the world can be a bitch and then some.
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