Thoughts

Not even wanting cake is where you get fucked

Will stop adding naff disclaimers to the start of my posts declaring them 'stream of consciousness' posts. I've begun to realise that all my posts are 'stream of consciousness' posts these days, and even that perhaps, they might have all always been so anyway! It occurred to me yesterday, that back when I was focused… Continue reading Not even wanting cake is where you get fucked

Thoughts

Thank you Shaun and Jenni

Last night I felt very dizzy and fell asleep after seeing white and black in front of my eyes and hearing whistling in my ears. I woke with a crushing headache and called 111. They sent two paramedics round, in the early hours of this morning, called Shaun and Jenni. They checked my vitals and… Continue reading Thank you Shaun and Jenni

Thoughts

There should be a limit

I hate that I don't have any great photos of myself from back when I was young and beautiful. Nothing taken on a DSLR. To think, there was actually a time when I'd love to have photos taken but it would rarely happen. We didn't constantly have cameras with us, the way we do now… Continue reading There should be a limit

Poems

Stanhope, Bukowski, vomit and poetry

All my poor excuses for poetry Began shortly after I sent Doug Stanhope an email Where I made fun of a Charles Bukowski poem Which was about Vomiting into a piano This was my attempt to show solidarity With Stanhope's dismal view of poetry But I think that that poem got the best of me… Continue reading Stanhope, Bukowski, vomit and poetry