They Were Fine When They Were Alone, But Uneasy When Together, Nerve-Trapped And Afraid Of Death.

It was all about the mornings. When they never knew what was going on.

'Strip the wires,' she'd say.

And they'd fall for each other again, a gravity effect.

Intimacy without ideas.

Not bad.

. . .

'Who Would Go To Dollywood?'

'Dolly would.'

'I know. But who would go there?'

'Dolly would.'

'That's what I said.'

Etc.

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The law spends too much time demonising ordinary people who're just trying to get on with their lives. Society's changed and the law hasn't kept pace; so it's us, the mugs, who have to enforce them, who get it all in the neck. I'm sick of it. There's enough genuine bad guys to lock up without sending some daft kids on a H.M.P. University Of Crime course for smoking weed or selling pills. You can't criminalise people for a consumer preference. Might as well jail them for preferring Cornflakes tae All Bran.