Musing

this is what we get, and we forget. we put it there

or at least we allowed it to happen. we never questioned the result.

we never questioned the questions that got us there.

or maybe we did, and we left the gaslight on.

who knows anymore? the only

when will we cut through our own bullshit and find truth? when will the lies be worked to be undone? It is okay to give in. it’s not a crime, usually.

just because we embody it doesn’t mean it will work. it might not, and that’s okay. It is not about

   king in your own living room.        

I am lucky enough to have lived to the ripe old age of 21 before the internet became a thing, along with mobile phones. 

I remember a time before now.

I am not saying it was better, but it certainly didn’t fee

It is hard not to become numb after a while. Especially when you see no other way, and even the end seems so pointless. Stepping off. 

And for what? Haunting our waking dreams. And depression leads to boredom, and if we are not careful apathy, and in

We have lived many lives. Even in this one, we have lived plenty. We are not the people today that we will be tomorrow, and we sure aren’t the same people as we were yesterday. And we probably wouldn’t want to be.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t

I have to live with the voices.

I suppose we all do, but mine grind me down, in good times I am left out cold.

I live with things better unsaid.

I suppose we all do.

But it grinds me down when I should be present.

It takes me out of the conversation

The ghosts they come.
The good the bad and the truly hideous.
Haunting our present from the past and the future.
Spoiling the moment. If we let it.
They come often this time of year. When we look in the mirror, and when we don’t.
When we least expect it.
A

Noise box won’t listen. So, then neither will I. two can play that game. Why be designed to tare itself down? And if not designed, then programmed? If so by who? What? How? Distraction? From what? By whom? Why? Money obviously, is the easy one. But n

Nothing works the way it should, how we imagined. It wasn’t this. Whatever this is, is not what they sold us. 

I could write a list. I won’t. I don’t want to bore you. There’s no point adding to your woes. And they are tedious in the desire to try an

grab it whilst it’s not.

It creeps in, the madness. And it is not a case of whether you let it, or how strong you are. It is not a case of giving up. Quite the opposite. It is because you’re holding on.

There is no amount of affirmation you make that

They'll break you if they can.

They will grind you down until you know your place.

They will take that part of you that is truly you, and they’ll have you doubting its value.

And when they do you will be too tired to fight it.

And you'll start to bel

drained of all uselessness

What is this country we live in? what lies have festered since before our very conception? We can pretend we have freedom, that this island leads the world. We can bury heads with ease; it is what we have always done. Some

It isn’t easy. Life. It is worth living, for the most part. But no one said it was going to be easy.

Don’t let the bastards grind you down, that’s what they say. That’s easy to say, and if you know who the bastards are it might be easy to do. But whe

I would be lying to myself if I wasn’t apprehensive. And I fight the wave of despair that they are pushing down our throats. In the hope that I won’t ever have to accept it. Because I know it doesn’t have to be this way, but I struggle to see a clear

Melancholy the mollusc had an unusual day, but they would never tell you about it. Some are just like that, it's ok, some are the other way too. It’s all about balance, right? Melancholy tine mollusc had balance, and plenty of it, so much so that the

Here we go again, another manmade disaster, and it will be our fault. I mean, it is, just not in the way that they will spin it. And so, our belt will get tightened, that’s assuming we can afford to buy or own them, and they haven’t become just anoth

It has not been great, has it? Does that about sum up the energy I have for this right now? It is worth writing about, it honestly is, but it just feels too much. It does to me, does it not to you? I mean, why make something worse by labeling it? But

I don’t do this for fun, you know. I am not doing it for shits and giggles. But it is something I have to do. I yearn to do, and I am lucky because it gives me some kind of meaning to do it. I am not a tortured artist. Some would say then that doesn’

A new president of the United States of Britain was born today.
And will be delivered to the king on a platter the day after.
And they rejoice.
Those that had a choice.
For the man who held the suitcase.
Just 193 decide the fate of 67million.
And what do

What are we living in?
It certainly is not a democracy, no matter how you dress it up.
The public treated like fools by the Eton Mess.
I can’t be doing it anymore. I am done.
I haven’t given up caring, but something’s broke inside.
I haven’t given up