Just fell over. Face down in my entirety all over the pavement, cut palms knees and elbows, the Full-English tumble. You're a fickle mistress, gravity. I like your early work with apples but not sure about this bold new direction.
AHAB: Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.
Child is showing off how high they can count. 'Twenty. A thousand! A million!!' A million what? 'A million... tigers!' You fool. You dumb bastard. A million tigers? You dream of a world you would not survive. You yearn for death.
Had a tweet do ok but it didn't get a single bot reply. Feeling weirdly rejected. Couldn't even muster a 'see you more like a brother' in the bio. Pathetic.
Modern conspiracy theories are rubbish. We used to believe that the government was secretly keeping aliens from us. Now people fear that they're conspiring to make you have a library within walking distance of your home?
Nothing but contempt for when people skip the awkward childhood bit and jump straight into being an adult glasses wearer. Get them off your face, you haven't earned them. You weren't there. You don't know what we saw.
Tried to think of a time that a woman got the credit when a man had actually done all the work and the only example I could think of was Kurt Cobain's suicide.