I think rage builds like quicksilver in me. It coats my muscles in silver ghost whispers of willingness to do harm. With enough rage my tongue becomes a scalpel and my fingers talons wanting to pinion and skewer. The balls of my feet ache with the wish to snap bones and my breathing becomes jagged [...]
Go to post pageThose of you who possess more computing power than say, a sponge, know that it is a spectacularly bad idea to trawl your new love’s history of the heart. You may have heard the brutal truth but actually seeing it is about on the same level of fun as playing barefoot bowls on a field [...]
Go to post pageAs you know: I love what I do and the company that allows me to do so. However, currently thinking of my future makes me feel like my ribs are being rythmically and methodically pounded by a few million nanotech hammers. Every day I have less breathing space and this is not because my Wonderbra [...]
Go to post pageJust a quick note as I am swamped with overdue work. Writing keywords for a financial site is not as fascinating as you might think and therefore long avoided. Being a woman, on the whole, is a great experience*. However, every now and again we get these days of morbid, warped self image where nothing [...]
Go to post pageI love the endless-possibility-feeling of a Saturday morning, when the living is easy*. An epic evening of acoustic blues at Sinkshack with Badword, Poet Programmer and the guys from The Black Cat Bones ensured a fragile morning ensconced in feather duvet and The Rattle Bag. I have no idea what I will do the rest [...]
Go to post pageI hate being really angry. I know some people enjoy the heart-pounding high but I know that the murderous humiliation and brief hate ripping through my guts, age me faster than Dorian Gray playing kissy-kissy with his painting. The worst part is not the rivers of boiling acid in my veins or the hissing words, [...]
Go to post pageOh wow. There is in me so much lightness that I’m practically the Hindenberg…obviously without the horrible crashing and dying bit. Have you any idea what it feels like to have a weight so heavy that it would dent your marrow and press into you spirit, be lifted? Of all the wasted years and the [...]
Go to post pageOk so turning 30 is not the best birthday ever but I also realise more and more how I very blessed I am. I am loved. I don’t deserve it but I have it. So I am quitting the whining. Who am I kidding…I can’t write anything even halfway entertaining now. Too much relived slimy-black-way-back-when [...]
Go to post pageIt’s amazing how my patchy memory makes ghosts of people. Only to have those ghosts gently grip my wrist and in no uncertain terms remind me that they are vital and powerful and have not conveniently forgotten as I have. I was in the throws of what I now know is a quarter life crisis, [...]
Go to post pageYes. Well. Sorry about that. I think I should get points for the sheer emo of that post.Gosh, it was the literary equivalent of cutting. This is what happens when my eyes are on me and not on God.
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