I also have a car which is a cheeky bonus ^_^
Byeeee


A poem to a girlI arrive so tired, my mind confused, My clothes are torn, my eyes well used, I long to leave, but I’ve just arrived, They ask if I’m fine, I say yes… I lied.A poem to a girl
Then all at ones, my woes are forgotten, As something beatiful replaces something rotten, Like light to dark she makes my day, And I wish that the feeling, would never go away.
Her very smile can have you on your knees, You’ll do anything for her, anything to please, Your heart is choked by the dazzling glow, You can only do your best, to not let it show.
The rest of the day then, means nothing


The wonders of a bus stationThe wonders of Newport city stationThe wonders of a bus station
It’s amazing how, everyday I can get on a bus, travel to the city, and get off in a big, bustling station of life and energy, and walk through it, only to get on another bus, without even comprehending what just happened.
To me, now, getting on a bus isn’t just a way of life, it’s an incredible journey… because wherever you end up at the other end, you have no way of predicting what will happen when you get there, and what will happen along the way.
For me, the epicentre of my journey is always Newport City bus station, which I’m sure has never been praised like this.
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- Milk Man
Got milk?
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"A Pikey, A Drunkard, An Artist and A Sad Excuse for UnProtected Sex" Quoted My Mother about Me.
Have Fun
Boomstick
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All opinions and comments expressed here are those of Johnathan Wiltshire and are in no way connected with DeviantArt or any of it's affiliates.
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- Uncle Jakey.
The kinda uncle you don't leave in a room, alone with your kids.
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All opinions and comments expressed here are those of Johnathan Wiltshire and are in no way connected with DeviantArt or any of it's affiliates.
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All opinions and comments expressed here are those of Johnathan Wiltshire and are in no way connected with DeviantArt or any of it's affiliates.
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