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The files of agent green glass. Monday, June 13, 2011. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not a particularly pretty sketch. Just a small charcoal squiggly thing which I think one of his grandkids did at school and he signed for a lark. I should have broken the bank and bought it. But as usual, my middle class desire to watch my Post Office account grow at the speed of a snail shitting, dashed all my dreams.
It was on 26 Aug 2014. If I had time, would have posted the sequel to this Remembering a journey. Watch this space for the part II. Kill me before I die. For the rose petals are more beautiful in bloom. Than fallen and trampled beneath our feet.
Friday, May 08, 2015. As the internet bubbles up with heart-warming mush about mothers this Sunday, this is me jumping on the bandwagon. Like, with just one hand. Maybe a leg hanging out. At first, I wanted to write about how my mother and how all her awesomeness made me feel scared of being a mother myself. Because, seriously, how the hell was I. Oh, the horror! Oh yes, mothers are tired, frustrated and angry.
Once upon a time, Hyde decided he could weave. So he took to spinning yarn. God save us all! Friday, April 04, 2014. Is that a new book? She asked, pointing at the book that I was holding. How many books will you buy? She asked, pointing at the stack of unread books near me. I grinned and said that I would read them after I finished the one in my hands. Last 15 pages or so. Have you finished the book already? And this scene .
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Jonthan Isaac Moss, aka JIM! Deviant for 3 Years. Given by an Anonymous Deviant.
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On November 16, 2011. A desire to just vanish. To see what was on the other side, or maybe, just not have to see how I was living.
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Mostly bold, sometimes brutal and rarely funny. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Something moves in this house every day. The lamp, a few centimeters to the left,. The vases, appear and disappear. The salt and pepper shuffled. The book shelf, a little off centre. And I spend my time putting them back. Which I decided in the first place. Out of boredom or compulsion,. Or because how will you follow rules. My peripheral vision is strained. Ears have had enough of my groans. To make me revolt,.