unconvincing writing...

I feel like writing but have only a few ideas kicking around so will just stream of consciousness something to make me feel some pathetic self indulgent catharsis.

Immerse yourself in the river,

Womb like and sheltered the world will do you no harm.

and when it appears the sky will hold the rain no more come find me.

In its glorious downpour we will drown.

arm in arm tongue in mouth soaked skin on soaked skin.

come find me,

as the nights grow shorter,

the trees grow longer,

limb like enquiries looking for answers,

to questions I never asked.

If this disconnects, creates a space, a chasm,

will there be clarity where once there was none?

An omen so well ignore,

a commodity for sale,

pedal your wares elsewhere.

To another fellow, another victim..

Never darken my porch again.
all done...

In other news Martin Grech is a fucking genius and why he is not more popular I will never know



Wild Beasts were amazing at Audio



And Ryanain can fuck off and die.

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