32econd

As the air seeps out of my lungs, I scrape the last ounce of my energy to let you know that everything you have done up until this point has been leading to nothing.  I can only hope that in these, my final minutes, something more exciting than your useless drool passes my eyes and inspires something like interest in my decaying sight.

meh…

R

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About Roy Smith

Roy Smith lives in the Medway Towns, where he works with young people and spends a lot of time writing nonsense and enjoying himself. Most of his writing happens at night and other inconvenient moments, when he is regularly interrupted by his dog and the desire to play old video games.

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