Skin Virgins.

Blink.
You've never felt your chest vibrate this hard before.

Blink blink.
The music is loud; yawn and roll over.

This boat you're on, mother fucker, is gonna tip. So don't rock it.

Turn over. You see a brother lying beside you. His arms are crossed, behind his head, gazing absent mindedly at the movie tent roof. He doesn't want to get up either. It's too cold for this.

You're on your feet. Wave to the people you don't know as you search for your breakfast. Leave it behind and move closer to the fire. Feeling comes back to your fingers and toes. I was scared Sally, where were you? You catch their eye and pull them close to you, not letting go for a long time. They are shivering, jacketless, though for thought of greater woe. I was scared. Drinking my blood.

No more news, you don't want to hear it. Friends OD-ing and hurting themselves, you think you've had enough, thankyou very much. Time to pull on your boots and get to work soldier. A smile from a boy in a yellow rain coat sparkes life into your day. Even though the boy you want and need is miles away. Your best friend is ignoring you. You've never been so cold.

My head hurts.

JE-CRAWLIN-HOVAH!

I live in a little place we used to call Factorytown.
One word. No breathing inbetween.

I lived with a boy called Tom.
I called him Cat mostly. And he called me mouse.
We used to run through the streets looking for food and bits of old books.
They burnt them mostly; they don't know how to read.

It's pretty cold there.
The girls dance in the streets for money.
While the men work in the factories.

So.

WELCOME TO FACTORYTOWN.
YOU'LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
I love the night time.