This isn’t anything to write home about so I’m writing it here, it’s bonfire night, as if bonfires could light my way as I pick through the deadness of my own lost soul. But I come to terms with it and learn to live with the lack of it. nothing to write home about…
Daily Archives: November 5, 2019
Doodles 93
What really puts my nose out of joint is not knowing at what point we are at, in this virtually unknown expanse are we stationary? yes, we’re spinning or that’s what we’re told but are we moving? if space itself is expanding and we are standing still, where does the expanding space come from? there…
More subroutines
They’re all going down with the symptoms, symptomatic of being sucked in by the system, in other words they’re all bleedin’ sick but not as sick as me nobody could be that sick. I’m eating garlic wearing a cross but still looking anemic which I put down to this epidemic…
Good weather for Fawkes
Murky? though not morally so, just a mist that obscures the morning light and makes me wonder, do I really want to go to work?…
Laments
‘There’s no place like home’ unless your home is a canvas tent set up on pallets to keep the damp at bay, unless your home is the cardboard strip that strips your pride away, Homelessness attaches to it no stigma! how big of ya to say so when you’re sat in your show home, which…
