Inducing paranoia
Monthly Archives: May 2025
No, he doesn’t hear. Nothing will reach manie again. Although he lies at the middle of the scence, none of it exists for him, not the hosptial, the bed, the curtain, his son, and certainly not the words that are being spoken to him, they are not where he is. Though where he is is harder to describe
Everything’s become ‘it’s about me’
Something in me cares, he’s astonished to discover
Life is so much more rewarding if you strive for something, rather than take what’s given to you on a plate
Stealth wealth
Kids on crack
Tie my shoes
At the end of the day we’re both looking at the same moon
The man who left too soon
My life is a hashtag 