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We’re on borrowed time always, wae every second stolen and destined fur inevitable n painful failure but every moment ae it pure electricity.
Saturday night wis indescribable but even that is overshadowed by the lingerin feelins ae utter defeat, pointlessness n despair. A’m a refugee fae ma own existence.
Who yir partner is speaks volumes aboot yi. They’re a reflection ae yir innermost desires n how much yir willin tae sacrifice n settle fur.
The rich n successful n the brightest exam-passers judge the poor n the wretched n the furgotten who seem boorish n uncivilised, fit only tae be sent fur social reports n fined n sentenced n remanded in custody. Courts ir ritualistic as churches, arcane n ceremonial.
The sufferin of young Scottish males largely untold, behind bravado n the expectation that yi hud tae fulfil the role ae hardman n no even huv the feelings yir meant tae talk aboot.
Cos if there’s nae redemption n nae joy then there wis nae point fightin fur yir life in the first place.
As a sound Scottish cunt yi wid generally be well received. Plus, the burds love it. It’s no that shite being Scottish, Irvine.
Yir character is defined by the choices yi make and the life yi huv is often the result ae them.
