I like to play with words.
Too Much Girl
Too much to handle. Too much to contain. Too much of a much-ness. Too selfish and vain. Too emotionally volatile.
Small Dick Energy
Here's the thing: Once you step out of that box, They'll call you mad. They'll call you sad. Hormonal. Hysterical.
Easy Bake Gingerbread Cookies
I’d like to say that this delicious recipe for gingerbread has been passed down through my family for generations. I’d like to say that this recipe is a Christmas favourite, a family tradition. I’d like to say that we all gather around the kitchen in December and bake these cookies together with warm smiles and….
The Tree of Knowledge/Ouroboros
I always arrive with my heart on my sleeve, in anticipation of an inevitable trampling, it’s almost like a masochistic need –
Darkness descends on the tower block, A female lamb bids farewell to the flock. The moon hangs high in the inky sky, and an underpass looms in the thick gloom:
A Modern Day Fairytale
Once upon a time…. There lived a Princess Locked within a tower of bricks By a wicked, wicked witch. The wicked witch was named,
Suspension is like a half truth, Caught somewhere between The hard edge of honesty, And the softness of a lie. Frozen in outer space,
I cannot think of anything more dread than folk who speak of the weather, and share photographs of sliced bread; talking about who they will wed,