For years I’ve spoken about what I’m writing next. What novel I’m starting, what project I’m a few pages into. They always come to nothing. For now, the only thing I can do to surprise myself is to actually finish what I’ve started.
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I’m not sure how I got here, or why. Reading this book felt like stacking twelve tabs of E on my tongue, with the acknowledgement that I would eventually lose my mind, any understanding of the universe and likely the control of my bowels. ‘Jim Giraffe’ came highly recommended from my everyday-hot-chocolate-pouring-barista whose opinions I shall now no longer trust.
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I've tried really hard over the last few months to upload every Monday - either a piece of writing or a book review. I've managed to do it through absolutely mad weeks - ones full of sickness, or 80 hour work weeks etc. But this week it just - hasn't been possible. I haven't had … Continue reading Life.
He kissed me with the kind of urgency you only really see in the movies. It was only now that I started to detect the slightest flavour of something charred and earthy in his tongue. He was definitely a smoker.
As a society, we’ve been sharing our lives with the undead now for almost four years and the number of people with major anxiety has reached an incredible height. The chemical-ceiling has been pushed to the point where there’s call for more antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds than any of the pharmaceutical companies are able to make.
What do you do the morning after a one night stand when you cough and a decaying penis falls right out of your very own, very alive lady parts onto your shower floor?
They say 'the first step is the hardest'. Or maybe it's 'the first cut is the deepest'. Can't be sure. This post is my blog-equivalent of scribbling all over the nice white first page of a new notepad, just to get past the mental hurdle of thinking that the first post has to be perfect. … Continue reading Welp, here we go.