Primark daydream

Run down the street! All the demons in hell are salivating, eager to sodomise an escapee with their glass-shard phalli! Don’t question as you leap from ditch to sewer! And drink, drink from that weeping tramp’s abscess as though it were the very teat of a seraph queen. And weep. Weep when the insanity wears off and the grey returns.