Random Unsorted Drafts

The last remaining pot now harbours flies, smaller than my favourite: the fruit-fly, equally annoying yet comforting to keep; …, skinny-diving into unprotected glasses, akin to the lunchtime dung-fly stuck in the latte, I do tell them off; loudly, which matters not the slightest, we mingle in the shared space, in silence

Note to self: well done to identify that the purpose of face-to-face tutorials is to make you realise that you need to study harder. Further to that insight, I hope you now realise the purpose of day-schools is to question your choice of subject. Yes, a bottle of wine might muddle the boundary between reality and the fantasy world you have created, but remember: … uhm … next time; buy two bottles … you will need it as you contemplate your choices :I

May I Question Your Sincerity

You speak the parlance of the fool,

I see Satan sitting firmly on both

Your shoulders,

I have no right per se,

To state; anything,

Yet I find myself unable,

To shut my gob,

To not care,

About my life,

Here.

note to self: I know how much you hate reviewing the assignment feedback. But you know what, the act of procrastination does make it worse and it does expend more energy (of which you have little left). Forget #brexit for a while and sort out your studies, after that you can turn to those brown envelopes from the tax man … In the end it might make a difference :I

Me: but you don’t believe in Hell

You: schadenfreude

Me: huh?

You: le EU, oui: we will persist; le UK: c’EST fire fire pants on liar, n’EST pa?

Me: *walks off to a dark corner of the universe* masturbating without arms is hard

Universe: *explodes*

If we were the birds of spring,

I would not; could not; hold the self in reign,

I would touch your hand in honest praise,

to see your blessed face; each day,

Squeezing; without hurting,

We would chirp; flirting,

Speaking the words of honesty,

Two birds of prey; in loving embrace

I walked a thousand days of gray,

Across unknown deserts without aim,

Today I face the end of worlds,

An edge so; edgy; and there we stand,

falling off as nature demands,

unhurt; yes … well …,

not quite; yet standing,

I wish

and wish

the world

again

would recognise

the meaning of

friend

fire storm

I have resigned myself; to the blood of Kings,
Kindly provided by the Gods of Dreams,
Fear no longer; Fear no more,
Their awareness; my doubts do share,
Among the fickle trees of Dysteria,
Fire rages; Fire storms,
I have resigned myself; of matters spoken,
of matters much too old,
to worry

Oooooh I say “…” (not much really)

Not that anyone is listening anyway; but,

but, but; but: schadenfreude

Is

Not

Is

Not

My way; I say,

(I must confess I do not like these italics)

(BUT CAN’T TURN IT OFF)

(LOOK NOW IT IS ALLCAPS ALSO)

WTF

THERE IS MAGIC HERE

I AM NO LONGER IN CONTROL

HELP

I AM STUCK IN THIS PHONE

I AM CURRENT AT 342 Baaaargh

^M

NO CARRIER

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