Correct me if I’m wrong but most people like hugs. They might not be comfortable with being hugged at any time and by all kinds of people, but their aversion is not to the actual hug but to the breach of their personal space. I want to be like a hug. Not the uncomfortable … Continue reading Data Points!
my audition piece to my own literature society
Hi, Charles? One s-shot of your strongest To celebrate my descent into debauchery Just one, please, I’m on a shoestring budget That my parents continue to oversee I’m not that old, just turning 20 With mounting student loans -drinks-that was a refreshing beverage I feel my insides burning in hell I think I could try … Continue reading Debauchery
I write to my 30 year old self to feel less bad about turning this decade.
Many would argue that keeping mice these days is a tricky hobby given the ubiquity of cat owners and the relentless friends of cat owners who wish to at least be tolerated, if not patronizingly accepted by their friends’ cats in order to gauge if they should get one themselves. This house in the bylanes … Continue reading mice 🙂
Call me a pragmatist But what is Paris but a feeling Built on inadequacy and imaginations With streets you’re expected to Rue Pickpockets smoother than the chocolat Cafes full of fanciful bread and wine A modern fantasy isn’t it Just like the art that sits on walls For you to be vexed at A mere … Continue reading Paris Is A Hoax
ONE YEAR OF STORMY SKIES BLOG!
It's a twisted tale of the inhumane kind.
So I go against myself for writing mean stuff about me and I'm mean about it and both Me and me are wholly myself by the end.
Here we go, y’all Allow me to present The story of yours truly