vjlloyd88
My mind was dense with contradicting thoughts. I could no longer think straight and so I just decided to go with it. Forget the consequences, forget my actions have any meaning at all, and free myself from the suffocation of my conscience. I'll deal with that later.
The crazy whirl of coats and scarves, cold grazed knees, the smell of tarmac and rain. I wish I spent longer out of the office.
There aren't many good words beginning with V- Violent, Vile, Vicious, Vampire, Viagra....On my coat peg at infant school my friend Fiona got a picture of a Flower, my friend Tilly got a Tiger (cool). I got a Van.
This is one of the few we have going for us.
The thought of obeying some rules predetermined by a bunch of Victorians has never appealed. It's not real, it's not visceral, it's dishonest.
Live your life and fuck it, let them be repulsed.
It seems medieval. Black rats, pus filled boils. Or a third world phenomenon - completely disconnected for Western society. But we hear about them constantly, there's a new epidemic every few months. And people fall for it every time.
I'm still wating to contract E.Coli.
I always choose the red straw. I don't really know why. When you're made to feel you have to choose you just try and assign some significance to it. If I were a better person I'd choose the blue one.