Thursday, 26 June 2025

bully boulevard page 3 screaming in agony

clockwork is on the war path
Al fayed is innocent , please can you not abduct Dev for mating duties
this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK , throw , clockwork
tasha , petra , chops , identity thief , bobble are not welcome
My first book is called The Love Bombers by Lacey Ember 
, gaslight city is by Victoria Sparking , Concussion Cliffs by Victoria Sparking
, bully boulevard by Anna Crackle
, hunnie is not welcome to it , she wants to feed my books into AI
I opt out of them being so used in AI
this book is fictional
 
edited 260625 
 
 
 
 the police said they broke in because Anne had left a window open 
so why did they kick the door in ? she came home to find a note from them inside her living room 
 
two fiery fireballs smashed into each other  , he even told her he was bad news  , he said she was too easy 
 
and a tease  
 
acid and mushroom trips were like being a kid again  , did it throw you off the couch ?  
 
which way up is this planet ?  

we are gonna sit on that wall n take the next bus to the viaduct ...
someone will attack you and he's just an actor ... n Chucky loves this Hitchock stuff

the juggs is of course near to Agathas part of the woods
a half way house , a haunted loony bin

fighting with drunk men , gamblers, drug addicts

shes certainly had her fair share of drunk men around
dragging them across the floor bleeding , going to A & E after midnight on a Saturday , it was like a party in there with everyone showing off their injuries

one of them jumped in the river so she had to go in too

another one tried to kill himself in her living room , gave himself a brain injury , he just wanted to know that someone effin meant it

and there she was kissing strangers on Westminster bridge , one of them led her to a park , she was lucky , she just cracked up laughing

the glory of total freedom , roaming around the streets screaming
she could do whatever she wanted , she had no fear

she took a running leap

her tongue hanging out feel vey zick ,rolling you over onto the stretcher
held in the love of strangers , a blanket of bliss
screaming in agony

two songs were playing in her head ... concussion strapped in tight
the vehicle rattling away into the night like that gypsy van at 5 years old
a tunnel to nowhere her legs tightly strapped together

the searing pain in her hip when they try lift her

the door is slammed shut ... shes in a high security unit
surrounded by people who have just tried to kill themselves.

her bags and pockets are searched for medications, and implements,
which are not allowed on the wards ...

one lady tried to strangle herself with a tourniquet


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