For M.E.B We became another death (the fulfilment of my internship). Like a false syncope, my grief would not let me claim you. You came to me with bleeding gums and a dent in your jaw, your broken gait like a barber cutting through walls of plasticine with blunt scissors. Bruised pride; your face a field of … Continue reading Happy Birthday, M
Really swing and shake yo pretty thing ;)A sexy, hot August New York night kinda song to dance naked to. 'Harlem' by Bill Withers. Dare you to dance naked around your house to this ... no kit, lots of sweat and Mr. Withers. Oh yeah. It's impossible to not get up and shake to this.
Whenever I have a strong reaction to an event, I always question myself. Most of my regular readers will know that I don't delve into current affairs very often, if at all. I stopped watching the news about seven months ago on the advice of one of my best friends and it freed my mind … Continue reading Peace first