Tag Archives: Sleep

Encore Une Fois

Je suis fatigué. Which is French for ‘slightly misspelt, tired Jesus’. No, not Jesus: me. I’m the fatigued one. Because, you know, buying groceries is exhausting and requires an entire day of recovery. If you’re rubbish. Which I am. Pizza … Continue reading

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That Cuprinol Man Can Sod Off

Has anybody mislaid a truck load of depression and pissed offness? There’s a lot of it in my flat right now and I’m sure it’s been stolen and dumped here by miscreant mood fences. That’s fences in the sense of … Continue reading

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No Adjective Thursday

Seven o’clock this morning consciousness sidled up to me and whispered something in my ear. Nothing profound, nothing saucy, just one word. More of a sound, really. “Ow!” it said, for yesterday had been a physio day and consciousness didn’t … Continue reading

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Not A Lot

The four of Aprils, it’s up there in my top thirty of April playing cards. Deuces are high, banker takes mescaline; you know the rules so don’t fuck me about. No, I don’t have anything of merit to say today. … Continue reading

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Eatysleepy

While my stomach is as full as a pre-intestinal chamber crammed with spaghetti bolognese and ice cream my mind is as empty as a void-like think-space churning tumbleweed nothingness inside a vacuum-like brain-tank. It’s been another weekend of isolation. Friday … Continue reading

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Oh Levels

In my dream last night the handbrake of my car was faulty, meaning I kept rolling downwards on a hill of San Francisco style steepness. A suitable metaphor for my waking life. Why can’t dreams be an escape? Why do … Continue reading

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Zhuangzi Is A Chrysallis

Humans were so distressing yesterday that I’ve eschewed them today. The language snob in me has eschewed them because some of them won’t know what eschew means. The other seventy-eight percent of me just can’t cope with all that person … Continue reading

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