Monday, August 07, 2006

Snooker Loopy

I wore my waistcoat I had my blue chalk and all you wanted to do was say the balls were an expression of my desire for debauchary and acceptance. I bent over to pot a red and it was my desire to re-unite with my father, when I screwed back onto the black it was my fear of acceptance and the only cure was to drink a shot and go out of the pool hall and hug the first stranger I saw. My top break in frame one of 32 symbolised my reluctance to confront my fear of flying which in return made my "self love" a manic reflection of my own prejudice's.
Tell you what though Raj Prussad, its the last time I play snooker with you you fucking bendy mind botherer.

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