# loud mouthed stoner morons in the flat below constantly giggling to themselves at 23:40 i abhor these people what the hell do you think you're doing visiting these dead lands like lost souls flock off back to wherever london hole you slopped out of and leave no slime trace of your capitalistic interactions nobody will miss you your very existence as a spender of money is utterly moot thing is your dead brains without taste and too much money are ironically a perfect fit for this part of the uk with its overpriced tourist trap tea shops serving violently nothing-special carrot cake for £7 a slice "mugs mate let me tell you" on other words keep your traps shut i'm busy watching storror and keeping watch into the night with my burning right arm i should no way be typing with rsi = capitalism the grinding down of the gears of health for the profit of one's owners thank goodness ibuprofen is helping a lot shame its unsustainable unlike it seems the means and motive to exploit workers // republic of bob