Tag: muse

It’s already night, so I will sing the stars

10th December 2018, time now isĀ 9:28 pm. I’ve spent today doing a bunch of stuff, and like always, I make lists of things to do and then do not follow them at all. But I am a pedant of habits. For the uninitiated or unfamiliar in my ways, allow me to elucidate: I write 1

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The back streets are back open, all right?

I drive a Jeep and I can be pretty patriotic, or patronising, or priapractic. Ugh. Stuff. Andyways. I think we can’t just have this story telling time here. We need to pile on in to my car ass I take us on an off roading mother fucking adventure, just… 80 km per hour over gravel

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Proof I am a 100% qualified doctor

1802 words. Read it if you’re literate and/or so inclined. I wrote it anyway TODAY, JUST NOW (except for the bit where I said I copied and pasted it from an email exchange yesterday) | 5th December, 2018. Dawn. I like to write at dawn. THIS IS MY APOCALYPSE, NOW. Yesterday was my sundown. It’s

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Emptiness is nothing you can share

It’s 5:30 in the morning. Everyone is asleep, so quiescent. You aimlessly walk around the cold, silent house. You feel so tragically empty, yet so emotionally exhausted from… from what? You don’t even know. Your thoughts are of everything and thus of nothing. You know what you feel but to be able to express them,

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Good morning, baby.

It is almost 6am, 30th November, and I wanted to write something just in case I don’t have the chance to update something here later on today. You know how it is, right? What I’m like? Soooo super sensitive to the movements and requirements and requests and implied implications of everyone around me as I

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One of a trinity

I need music I need melody I can move my body I can be free, be me Get inside me, in my body It helps me feel alive I want you to fill me in my body Plug all 27 sphincters inside So many holes, so little time If I can smoothie blend you Will

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Tomorrow, when the war began.

Turns out that tomorrow is the 18th. Fuck aye, time sure has a way of getting away from you when you’re having fun. Or not having fun, maybe drowning instead. Mother fucking time and perceptions and perspectives and fucking… shit just getting in the way. That’s the whole fucking thing though. That’s life. THAT IS

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