Friday, April 5, 2013


I have begun hating this poor once-cool World War Two poster.
It is everywhere.
People are misusing it.
It is everywhere.
Misuse I tell you. Keep calm and happy birthday? Testicles, I say.
Next thing you know this'll be pooping up, excuse the pun.

peopel pls.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

I was going to tell you about how the moon looked like a giant luminescent ball tonight, 
                                                      suspended in the inky sky                                                                                           
by invisible threads. shining bright like lamplight.

I wanted to ask you if it was the same all the way up there, the moon, whether it looked as beautiful from there as it did from here.

but I couldn't 
because we are not the way we used to be.