Shh, shh, there's no need to mumble the words aloud as you read this, trailing off a line or two in, as if you've pulled yourself on track. And you'll smirk, you'll smirk because I was so spot-on. Pull yourself together, into the proper state of mind to read this in cynicism and sour looks in poor distaste, take a drink and move on -- Nobody else ( Read more... )

My head is stuffed up with useless junk; my mind feels blank.

What do you want to talk about, Pip? School? Work? Tyler? Yeah, yeah. You do it all the time and it's never distinct enough (events or detail-wise) to further you at all.

People and (the dreaded word) society -- why is it dreaded, pip? You must use it too much, to believe that ( Read more... )