Torn away fae, the heat, and light, Dragged tae the cauld, dark, dessolate night. Soul destroyed, eyes sore and worn, Too defeated toe even manage scorn. Led again tae the evenings blight, No even able tae muster up a fight. Staggering aimlessly, completely shagged, Desperately wanting tae git it bagged. Pushing onwards wae … More Absolute Desperation.
I am torn, gnawed, munched, and eaten. Well no if I am one thing it’s exaggerating. I’m trying to work on a new wee thing, but I don’t know if I want to write about a toilet I liked the looks of the other night when I was drunk, or do some kind of Glaswigian … More Work, To The Theme Of Jaws.
Day 9604. Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore. Today won’t exist tomorrow. Now spends more time being then. Time is in constant decay. Shit. Work. I need to get to work. It will distract me. Spending my finite time doing menial tasks will distract me from the fact my time is finite. Working is important. Everyone thinks … More In a Day. Extract