Toni Le Busque's stories.

This picture is called Cow Shitting Pretty Things, 2011.
I hate 2011.
2011 has been the worst year of my life.
I can’t imagine anything else that could occur that would make this year any worse than it has been.
I look forward to the end of this year.
I look forward to the start of next year.
I am thinking of having some kind of hypnotherapy or lobotomy, maybe, to remove any trace of 2011 from my mind.
But that would be disastrous because then I’d think my mother was still alive, I hadn’t become estranged from 5 members of my family, and that my marriage hadn’t ended.
So that would be fucked up because I’d probably try to call my mother on the phone, find out she was dead, call my brother to find out what had happened, only to realise he no longer was speaking to me, and then go crying to my wife, only to find out she’s now just a stranger.

FUCK YOU 2011.
FUCK YOU TO DEATH.

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