P-chan's messy head
There are no words just because I no longer have the time frame for in-depth literature. I know what you are going to say, but there is nothing I’m not aware of. Like you, what makes my world turn is the array of words that stimulate my former string of sticky emotions. And right now, Read More …
My head feels twice as big, but no painkillers. Still, I ran a little around six miles today in 75 minutes. I’ll do the same again tomorrow. I don’t care about the distance but the time. However, I wonder where I could have run. If someone tells me the road is open, I picture a Read More …
Tomorrow is a long road, and apparently, it never ends. Have I ever thought about that? I don’t think so. Today is when you are most aware of tomorrow. That’s when the cloaked man with the scythe will poke my spine and say, “I told you.” I will then hit him in his skeletal face. He Read More …
Vertical carrions, dancing carrions, all crammed into one place. I’m not sure what’s going on in Southbank – it’s so full of people. The breeze feels tender but strange. I can’t distinguish the cold from the hot in this air, as several areas of my perception are affected. I see the Thames washing ashore some Read More …