Just to have one perfectly formed thought every day.
Just one little sentence. Before breakfast. Before the first coffee. Before getting out of bed. Before getting in the shower. Before catching up with the news. Before getting down to business.
One shining gem. One glistening jewel in the crown.
Something beautiful that can be written down.
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Grief comes in dark waves
Crashing on the desolate shore
With the fury of a jet engine or a lion’s roar
Hissing like a strangled saint
Supine on the bedroom floor
10 January 2019
I think, therefore I am
(Descartes big idea)
I think, therefore I think I am
(Descartes on weed)
I think, therefore I will self-harm
(Descartes with depression)
I think, therefore I am alarmed
(Descartes with anxiety)
I think they are out to get me, therefore I must be well-armed
(Descartes on gun control)
I think, but since thinking is the source of all suffering, I meditate to stay calm
(Descartes on Buddhism)
I have tried and tried to think this through, and they really don’t have a fucking clue!
(Descartes on Brexit)
05 January 2019
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I like funny girls and serious girls too
Girls who do crosswords and work at the zoo
I like girls who ride bicycles and girls who wear hats
Girls who ride horses and girls who keep cats
I like girls with glasses and girls with tattoos
Girls with pierced noses and girls who read the news
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I will make promises that I cannot keep
I will break promises that I do not remember making
I will fake promises that I have no intention of fulfilling
I will make promises to myself which I will never articulate
I will promise you the earth in this moment and mean it with all my heart, even if I know my promise can never be realised
I will promise you anything if you give me what I want right now
I will promise you anything if you stop hurting me right now
I will promise to love, honour and obey you till death do us part
I will promise you my eternal soul if you open up your pearly gates
I will promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of one dollar
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I am lying on the bed watching you in front of the mirror, putting on your earrings and fixing up your hair.
Where did your hairbrush go my love? I cannot find it anywhere.
What happened to your hair?
What became of your face and your lovely smile? Your eyebrows and eyelashes?
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