Sunday, 28 February 2016

Intertexts


“ “ “ “ “ “What?” he exclaimed, as the turtle tipped the truck over, as his friend asked him something he didn't quite catch,” she narrated, and continued narrating her story to her voice-recorder, pacing to and fro in her sweltering flat, stark naked,” he told to an assembly of drooling, drunk spies,” he finished, concluding a night of heavy story-telling,” she said, not sure where she had lead her audience...”
 

Some days it's hard not to hate myself

  Some days it's hard not to hate myself The constant state of constant failure As if I didn’t take life seriously As if tomorrow didn’t...