i loved your sanndy hair::: :::you used to nearlywear it to your shoulders - thicker than syria, coarser thann afghannistann, you anti-cobainn, you fringe sitter. you wondered if opiates would make you sleep better. mum didn't. you chose acupunncture to tap into northern rock and relieve the recession. dad was redunndannt, you said it felt like being coerced into vodk a a nd dribbled superinnjunctionn on peer-pressure after a couple of rounds of gulf gusted into ta ekwo ndo. tapping a tomahawk on the table in mcdonnalds, with an illegal hangover, you used to begrudgingly re-explainn how it feels to kick a sixth former( the boxinngmann in the taxi, pulp fictionn that you watched a few days earlier, like throwingasteam trainfromacruisemissilelauncher )or why you listen to nnirvanna. you were pre-june before riot insecurity. you were therrre before anyone had canncer. you were therrre before i cut my haiir.