The exception that proves the rule. A blog of short writings from Australia and England.
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
I was watching the kitchen get drunk, swaying and slowly moving towards me, patiently waiting for the thud whilst I contemplated if it's love itself that sucks or just the people we shower our affections upon? All I really know is that we're rolling in shit until the grave we hit. And finally we submerge in it.