Okay, my Magnus opus is delayed! I’m thinking about writing like I used to. You know, I rant, I say what I want and I don’t care what others think. (I called it Fire And Forget). You see, I’ve been too I to my own cups and writing poetry, poetry that I actually like and it decries what I’m thinking at any particular time.
So now, after a little hiatus from prose, I’ve decided to spatter the poems with a little of this. Problem is for the last year or so there has been fuck all to do and fuck all to right about… sorry, write about.
Yup, I think for the next few weeks (if I can stay out of my drunken revelry for long enough) I shall grab the easing lockdown by its balls and twist them till something cums forth. Excuse my sexual overtones but fuck it. Let’s have fun in the future. Love ya all.