and saint george by the dragon slain
never had to wake to such tragic filth.

all the world's misery is caused
by the constant reminder of what is gone.

more than anything,
i would take away your ignorance.
silence didn’t lend you strength
but a sharp edge that cut
as i lay down to die.

words of your kind
do not dull the pain.

you have not and will never
go through the things i have.
i am not shy of reminding you.

i will not apologise.

i am not ashamed.

life is not a fairytale.
love alone will not feed a family.

for all your good intentions, your care messages and church socials and prayer and vigil, i have made my choice.

I OWE YOU SOME SERIOUS SHIT JESUS IT'S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF

in other news,

if i had my own country people would make iced coffee fucking RIGHT.
also there would be no more of those huge novelty erasers that leave big streaks of whatever-colour-they-are across your paper. [think 90s school book fairs] and there would also be more of the really tiny ones that work super well.

oh, what was i here for in the first place...?

that's right! "as for the prostitute"! you see, the colours were much brighter before it was scanned. my scanner fucks everything up...

...wait, i can't use that excuse...?

my phone is out of service.

That's not really the most convenient thing that's ever happened to me.

In other news, I got my licence, and have been driving around like a maniac to Tchaikovsky and Rachmaninoff's lovely classical works.

Oh, there's a hole in my garden now, because the pipeline is FUBAR.

I'm gonna go make veggie curry. Huzzah~