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We don't like you, we never did. We don't think you're special. We don't. Never did. We are going out later, maybe score some E. We know a girl at Flinders Street station, she took 37 panadol and died. They brought her back, the ambulance men who pumped her stomach and pulled her tongue out of her frothing windpipe. She opened her eyes and was glad, eager to receive a second chance at life. She tried to sort things out, she wanted to try again. The doctors shook their heads. Anything else, any other way, they said, any other way and you wouldn't have to die in 72 hours. There is nothing we can do. Imminent liver failure. We go out driving with the radio pumped to full volume on our favourite FM station. Windows rolled down, transmitting our message of music and lowbrow humour out into the darkness. |
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