Emptiness.

  I have to fill up my time until the Manic Street Preachers thingie on BBC Prime at 23:10. I don't want to. Went through my old pencil case, with papers I wrote in class almost three years ago. A lot of my old autograph with 'Blur' scribbled at the bottom. A lot of band names and smilies over notes I made @schooltime. Paintings- whacky punk eating a lolly, and one of a kute snail. The name 'Richey Edwards' is written in big pink letters over one paper.

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  A man can't go through his drawer and find a pencil sharpener nowadays. I can find any object here, but not a pencil sharpener, nooooo;