I had to have it. It waited for me in the night as I summoned courage. Soon, it would be my trophy. The scarecrow stood, a stark silhouette against the light from a rear window, guarding ... [+]
deep think to the ceiling
I hungry the biscuit tin
lazy the sofa
watch an old war film—in each shot a horse dies
I worry a text
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laugh and cry and laugh and cry
until I'm all wrung out
sometimes I feel a compulsion to fall in love
ponder the beauty of jointly planning a life
sometimes I feel a burning need to tear open
the car door at high speed
just to see what happens