going full paramore

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. Advertisements

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Control, and sheep

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 […]

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