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
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.
With all due respect, I’d very much like you gone. It’s not just a reflection of what I did through the semester, it’s more what I didn’t and could’ve and don’t get me wrong, I love introspection. Introspection isn’t just my favourite way of ending up in a thought spiral (after which I forget … Continue reading Die, Exams
Disclaimer: DO NOT read this if you happen to be family. You guys are terrific snoops and you don’t need to know any of this.