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The Unbearable Unfashionableness of Blogs

The Unbearable Unfashionableness of Blogs

I do not know what brings me here to this desolate place. A friend once told me she found my blog one of the most depressing things she had ever reward. She was surprised, when she met me that I could bet exceedingly vivacious, especially when inebriated. I am aware that blogs have gone irretrievably out of fashion. So 2010s and that my readership is tiny by today’s standards. Everything is…

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Somewhat Bitter

Dear Nurse O’Connor,

I am writing to you because you are my only point of contact. Please forgive the rambling, fragmentary nature of this missive.  As you know I have significant cognitive impairment and this is reflected in my communication style.

I would be grateful if you could pass it on to the relevant authorities and I will no longer attempt to contact you.  You have made your opinion of…

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At An Impasse

First some context. I suffer from a ‘severe and enduring mental illness’ called Schizoaffective Disorder. (I have no time to explain its symptoms here but ppl can google it.) If you don”t mind I will refer to myself in the third person. It’s easier that way). She was neglected for years by the NHS and then in 2014 her father died and she spent nearly a year slipping in and out of a state of…

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Found an Adorable Pic of Bella the Cat

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Mother

Decades pass

And miraculously

she is still alive

By the grace of some

Benevolent God

She survives

Ground down by the weight

Of the enemy within

Year after year

They tore layers off her,

Peeling off the veneer

Revealing a face like cracked china

Ready to split in two

Ever stoical it regenerates,

Healing itself.

But her eyes are sinking

Loose teeth clatter in her mouth

Time etches creases on the…

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Old Novel

First page of an old novel

(Warning it’s pretty terrible but nonetheless…)

Images of the Edible

She was dreaming of food.

It was all that Gemma could dream about.  It filled up most of the space in her head. Sleeping and waking, her mind was stuffed with images of the edible.  Chips- hot and salty.  Apples- cool and crisp, straight from the fridge.  Corn flakes, covered in sugar and immersed in…

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Saboteurs (Repost)

Eye to Eye With Their Ally

  Saboteurs

In the milky light of the bleak dawn Agents and saboteurs awake Preparing to assassinate Some dark lieutenant Of the occupying power

They will not be acclaimed They will not even be named They will remain Unknown, a footnote They dislocate our fate

We wait. Where are they now? Missing, presumed dead, He said. Martyred Wanton devastation The butchery of me.

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Falling

I do not remember my dreams any more. I prefer being asleep to being awake. My life is over.

Frail dreams fade, Shrinking away from the hot, bright light Of the day Until evening falls And they rise once more

(By day As I sit in the classroom Only half awake I sense a presence, A thin wire Linking me to them)

My incorporeal allies Those who do not walk, But fly. Soaring through the sky The caress…

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Breaking the Spell Breaking the Spell What does it take to break the spell To rupture the webbing That wraps itself around me…

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Quotes About Freedom of Speech

Quotes About Freedom of Speech

Will elaborate.shortlt:

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” ― George Orwell

“The moment you say that any idea system is sacred, whether it’s a religious belief system or a secular ideology, the moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible.” [Defend…

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This Is What I Think of the Human Race

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Fad Diet Friday

Dear subs. Or followers. Or whatevers, (I think I shall settle with the latter. Subs sounds way to mundane and I don’t need ‘followers’. I am not Jesus Christ. ) This is why I never use the abomination that is ‘Twitter’; never quite got my head round that one. So ‘Whatevers’ it shall be. No offence intended although it seems that everything you say will offend someone, somewhere on the planet and…

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Frivolous Things: New Bag

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Cool Shades of Blue

Cool Shades of Blue

The sun, a pale yellow disk in the sky, was going down. She thought of childhood. She thought of freedom. Memories thrust themselves upon her. She did not invite them in, they simply arrived, pale ghosts wandering through her head.

Her swim in the calm sea beneath a serene sky had been all too brief. She scooped up a handful of sand and let it trickle down her leg. She wanted to make this…

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The Chemical Lobotomy

  When I was first hospitalized as a teenager, I was, or so I was told, very ill. I was experiencing delusions I would rather not discuss in any detail here. Suffice to say I was only ever a danger to myself, never to others. As a result of this, I was forced to spend six months in the local psychiatric hospital. I was heavily medicated with the most primitive antipsychotic known to man: Chlorpr…

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Volcano