I’m in another ‘funk’, you could categorise it. I can’t shake this dolour. I actually have a lot to be positive about right now. So why this nagging feeling of inner dread? I’m a pessimist – always have been. That’s a thick skin to try and shed, believe me. I’ve had the rug pulled from under […]
Only when I stop wasting energy doing someone else’s bidding will I ever rediscover the joy of doing the things that make ME happy. The thrill of creating a scene, of crafting a man or woman who lives in the darkening hallways of my skull, until I breathe life into them with the tap of […]
Seventeen years I worked my ass off, man and boy, for those Nazi assholes in the mail service, only to be brought up on ‘charges’ of misconduct (like Royal Mail is the fucking military) and fired. Spat out, like something tart that clearly disagreed with the managerial palette, then left to twist in the wind. […]
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