On a sleepy summers evening one had tea with the shrews.

Trail blazing and smoke ridden hazes, what on earth are we doing here?

Subdued but waiting... Floating away on a strawberry tide, at least we're moving somewhere.

The only thing more absurd than this mind boggling life is our ego-complex.

But not more absurd than a tap dancing astronaut,

After all, in space...


...no one can hear you dancing.

It feels fucking incredible regardless.

En passant, c'est la vie!

Digging this up.

It's been a while since my last post i promise the zero visitors this receives (haha) I'll at least try and make an effort with writing, the girlfriend is moving off to southampton & I'm starting a new course. Winds of change!