Sunday, October 22, 2017

Hey now, now.

I wonder. Would an 18 year old me be disappointed in the kind of square I am now.

How would the boy who was full of piss and vinegar react to the man who has grown resigned to life.

What if my memories are rose tinted lies? What the awesomeness I am longing for never existed in any place other than my mind?

Friday, December 09, 2016


Now it's your turn to reciprocate.

Monday, June 23, 2014


And I think that the main difference between men and women are in the details.

Specifically, how some women like to go on and on and revisit specific incidents with more and more emotion each time. Until finally, when they have worked themselves up into a crescendo of wasted time, and rapturous emotion.

Comparatively, I can understand why men may seem blasé at times. All we want is some semblance of peace, and maybe even a drill to the head sometimes.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Love is,


I had once thought that love was a many splendoured thing. Perhaps layered with an icky wrinkle here and there, but the fabric of which was still a wondrous solution to all of life's problems.

Unfortunately,  it isn't.

It is a measure of the amount effort taken to maintain such a beautiful facade. It is, a wonderful escape. A beautiful con. A rapturous feeling. Comforting.

How much effort to mantain something so precious-fragile, as such things tend to be.

How much before collapsing under the sheer effort expended to maintain this wonderful harmony.

Surely,  there must be a solution to this riddle. How much, indeed.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Shut up and be happy!

When the rose tinted shades come off.

The night, you are still my best and most resilient friend. There is such comfort to by found in the quiet and never ending abyss of nothingness.

The world can be a terrible place. With too many people and egos and emotions that need satiating. There is comfort to be found when there are no expectations.

Just, pleasure in company.

Thank you for being you, and thank you for being here.

Now, shut and and let's be happy.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Days when it seems like killing yourself is a good idea.

But maybe not today.

You win, world. Back to daily grind of being a fucking disappointment.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Love is...

A chemical imbalance.

A high induced by a drug that money cannot buy.

It's side include a near complete transformation of an individual.

Withdrawal symptoms varies and include feelings of devastation and loss.

Far more potent than any known synthesised chemical.


It's so quiet I can't even hear myself scream.