Dull
Dull.
Drained.
Energyless.
Lightbulb in the day
Waiting
Watching
Counting seconds
As time slips away
Tightly
Wound
Clock spring
Waiting to pop
Distant
Blackouts
Nothingness
Weather too hot
Tension
Anticipation
Stretched
Like cloth
Give way
Rip
Tear
Delicate Moth
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Author: stegzy
Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine.
And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.
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