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Un Good

I’m not good. I’m UN-good. I smell bad. My breath stinks. I’m wasted. Apricot. I’m one-ear deaf. Which one? My thoughts are bats. I consistently reject modern communication and, you know, I’m varnishing my nails Right now. Look. Pink nails. Milk white soft pink. What else? I`ll have another layer. Of glittering golden nail-varnish. And then I’m going to bite my nails. All night long. One finger after the other. They say it’s a sedative. They say it’s based on nerves. That laugh.

Uldrike Inga