London bridge is fallin’ down Fallin’ down, fallin’ down London bridge is fallin’ down My fair homies. No brown hands to pull it back up Pull… Read more “Ramble 125: London bridge is fallin’ down”
roses are red violets are blue they are all “dead”: corpses lying in the room.
Hello, hello dear friends! Sorry for sounding like sex and the city’s Charlotte high on Samantha’s Viagra. I want to get a tattoo and more specifically this… Read more “Ramble 123: 5 reasons why snow leopards are my spirit animals”
It often seems so weird that one key of Ctrl+C carries the 1 million words we may have written. The thrill of cancelling the word document after… Read more “Ramble 122: Trust.”
In the warmest blues of blue of a flower– carefully painted on a white ensemble of a chest of drawers, I saw childhood. In the color dabbed… Read more “Ramble 121: A Proustian moment”
JUST KIDDING I celebrate myself, and sing myself And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you -Walt… Read more “Ramble 121: PLAGARISM!!!”
A post which was originally written by somebody with a writer’s block😉 Sometimes when you keep staring at a blank page it is often best to write… Read more “Ramble 120: How to overcome writer’s block (for realsies)”