When the weekend kicks in

One day you will find that the infinite is finite and you’ll realise that you’ve been fed a line of bullshite all of your life. Spellcheck is telling me that bullshite is not right, spellcheck can kiss my arse. I write it as I say it and if I say it then it’s right it…

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Twenty seven silences

What was out there is still, still there hiding in the hedgerows shining in the rainbows and slowly melting with the ice floes, everything goes but why go now?…

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At loggerheads

‘That Evening Sun’ would probably be fun to watch if I was young, not too much fun when I’m getting on years pass in the hour glass trickling, sickening? no I just go with the flow and the tide will take me come what may…

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