The zeitgeist has spurred me forth into the blogging frontier. I understand it is a place where I can pour out my ruminations, meditations and cogitations henceforth. Nevermore shall I be bound to navel gazing musings in a room of one’s own.
The winter of my discontent has bloomed into Spring and what was once lost has now been found. It has not always been this way. As someone who likes to live by the Catch 22 rule that ‘everyone has a right to do with whatever one can get away with’, and if we continue to live by the book, this book, I now gage mental instability between those that seem so lucid, they discover upon death by Songs of Praise, a buried grandma in the garden, saved toenail clippings in a large underground vault, compared with the other end of the spectrum as someone so clearly ridiculous as a friend of mine who recently believed she was injected with AIDS after sitting on a mattress at an admittedly less than desirable ‘East End squat’ party, despite not seeing, feeling or so much as breathing in a needle’s presence. I would also like to point out that this girl’s life has almost been ruined by The Metro’s scaremongering she intakes daily on her unsullied journey to work as she also didn’t eat crisps for three months upon the news that she may get Hepatitis C from the aluminium. It never occurred to her to worry about the twenty pound notes she shoved up her bloody open wounded nose or the weeks she copulate with four different specimen in a way only a liberated hippy would be pround of…? I digress. So these are the two spectrums of which I base the level of ‘dérangé’. Remember this in time to come when forced to subsist in this, our farcical orb.
Splendid. So where to begin….my loves or loathes? I shall decide after scouring Ebay for Unicorns.
