Tag: life
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Why Are We So Messy?
If you’re a messy son of a b*tch like me then you should be shouting that fact from the rooftops, hilltops and every other kind of top out there. Wear your messiness like a medal of honour my friend. Let me tell for you why: 1. It boosts your immune system Yes mouldy pots and…
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Poem: Collapsing
Collapsing, My last breath feels inevitable. Food, a phrase once so fruitious, Now feels so forgettable. Picking the apple from Eden, An action so regrettable. I claw and I clamber, You believe that I committed perjury One measly morsel of food is all that I ask for. Yet you deny me this luxury, I…
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Poem: Time
Time. Moving passed like Dew dripping from the leaves of The waxiest cuticles. My hands, Gnarled, close tight, Around the memories, Uprooted by those of time. Time, A spectre of the night, Time, invisible to the eye Of even the most profound inspectors. I suspect. Expecting time to wait for, Any man. Is…
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Why Are We So Ungrateful?
If you can read this right now then you have the ability to see. Sight is one of the most valuable senses us humans can posses yet paradoxically it is one we take most for granted. Too busy complaining about our bosses thinking they’re better than us or stressing that we aren’t earning as much…
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Poem: Rejection
Rejection Rejection is like an unwelcome face. All too familiar, you close the door on it. Should rejection be ignored or embraced? It depends on what way you look at it. Rejection from a lover The heat of their body touching yours is fading. Now all but a distant memory. The taste of their…
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Keeping Fit (Minus The Gym)
Not one for the gym, I like to think of alternative methods of keeping myself ‘fit’ (using the term loosely). Below are some ideas if you are like myself and find yourself in the deep dark hinterland of monotony when forcing yourself to run on the local gym’s treadmill, or if you’re just after something…
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The Time I Almost Went Blind
I think back to this horrific memory as a result of having incredibly dry and itchy eyes for what felt like every living second of work today. If you’re familiar with my other post about an unwelcomed eye infection I had last year, then you’ll be familiar with the fact that I’ve had some nasty…
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Male Suicide
‘Death of A Salesman’ by Arthur Miller The Young Vic’s adaptation of the 1949 play was simply faultless. So well executed was the storyline that I went home overcome by an aura of melancholy, unshakeable even by watching the funniest of comedies on Netflix. If you are unfamiliar with the play, it happens to be…
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Poem: Time
We think about the future, So that we can enjoy its ‘present’. But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind. We never do quite catch it. We worry that it’s not on our side. Like it’s going by too quickly. Asking ‘where does it fly’? Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?…
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Pet Peeves
We all have them, even those amongst us who have the patience of a saint can fall victim to loosing their tranquil facade in the blink of an eye when faced with the the continuous grunts, chews and swallows of the gluttonous pig in row G. Oblivious to the world, they munch their way through…
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Poem: Lust
I love you, More than I love myself. Likened to a fly in a black widow’s web, I entangle myself. In your lust. I obey you. Favouring your plans. Dismissing my own in the blink of an eye. To keep you. I lose myself. I fear you, I fear that you…
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My Face
I feel like today is one of those days were my face refuses to show any sort of expression, similar to what I can only assume the lovechild of an over-botoxed barbie and a saddened clown would sport had they just been given the news that their goldfish bubbles just died. Yes, my face…
The Neon Squid 