This is a self-indulgent post probing into the lyrics of Brick By Boring Brick and finding interpretation and meaning as though it’s a poem. Yep. That is literally all this is. This is the sort of thing I enjoy doing.Read more "going full paramore"
Yesterday was a day with more spikes than a porcupine in the Ancient Greek army.Read more "Milk, and “trust me”"
The paramedics came again this morning to check on Nana’s heart.Read more "tri-generational"
Last summer I raised sheep. Three. This was them when they first arrived. They had a small sibling but he didn’t live for very long. It happens. Animals die. It’s okay. It was out of my control. Every morning I woke up, had a coffee and a cigarette, made up their milk powder with warm […]Read more "Control, and sheep"
(a theme to which I will hopefully return when I am more educated on it)Read more "Pandora"
in the back of my college book, dated 28/2/2017 might as well share itRead more "s+f [a poem]"