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The order of things
It’s been a mixed bag of sorts this past week, to be honest. I don’t have the keys for the flat, and I get the answer of “They are still working on it,” which is very useful. I wonder who the last tenant was and how much destruction was involved. I had some nightmares I…
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Memories
Dear Mother… [Verse 1]Cross my heart and hope to dieYou never cross my fucking mindDo you know what your little lies do?You know what I had to fight throughNothing that you say is mildly trueSpit deceit through shifty smilesTwo faces you’ve had for a whileYou act like such a fucking child [Verse 2]Who are you…
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Parental what?
What are your parents values? how do they differ from mine? I think its safe to say, with my parents, that if you do the exact opposite of what they did then you will turn out ok. Evidence number one, “Mummy I have a headache”, “Swallow this” *hands Valium to a ten-year-old*. Evidence 2, All…
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Why don’t we have flying cars
What are the things I’m looking forward to during my lifetime? My son meeting his first love, my daughter or stepdaughter getting married, to who or whatever they want. I look forward to a time when both kids can say “I’m happy” or “ feel loved”. Whether that is about me or as parents or…
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QOTD – Once more with feeling…
Pretty much most of the 1996 line up of the Glasgow Rangers. Ally McCoist, Walter Smith, Hately, Durrant. Why? Because we will be mastered by no fienian bas… Sorry thats my dad implanted in my brain. He was a racist, bigot and lodge member. I liked them because I was like 13. I bonded with…
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I’m only happy when it rains.
Hello world. I can finally stare at the screen in all its white glory and type at the same time. The sore head has healed. Although I have a bang on my head again. Side of my head this time, weird place to bang. must have been against the wall when I was sleeping. I…
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QOTD – Strikes BACK!
I am well emotional. Especially when it has something to do with the following: Someone might think I have emotional personality disorder..
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QOTD – Reeead all about it
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. If you get it you, get it. The longest flight I’ve been on was a Heathrow to St Lucia. I being all of 14 dying for a nicotine hit in the humid, loud and generally uninviting plane…