Like A Stray Cat On Abbey Road...

Walking the streets of London,
far from the United States and
the dark clouds loomed over the
dreary, brown bulidings

Confused in a sane madness, I
felt like crying, because it
seemed like the apocolypse,
with a revolutionary exclaimation

The night before, I had left the bar
with this Alternative chick, who's
hair was a cactus green color,
begging me to harshly fuck her

Driven by alcohol and a sexual
hunger, I did as she wished, but
as morning approached, I left her,
walking and thinking about this
girl, that I barely knew...

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-~*~-Questions-~*~-

[1] what city have you always wanted to visit anywhere in the world?
[2] what country were you born in?
[3] the colour of your hair?
[4] the colour of your eyes?
[5] favourite adverb?
[6] favourite verb?
[7] favourite adjective?
[8] your favourite type of flower?
[9] favourite word ending in -ing?
[10] favourite oxymoron (look up if don't know definition)?
[11] the word that describes you the best?
[12] a way to describe impending doom?
[13] your favourite animal?
[14] your favourite scent/smell?
[15] favourite music genre

~~*~Answers~*~~
My Word Bank:
(1)London (2)United States (3)Brown (4) green
(5)harshly (6)fuck (7)dark (8)cactus (9)crying
(10)sane madness (11)confused (12)apocolypse
(13)cat (14)exclaimation (15)Alternative