My head is busting, BUSTING with stuff to write about.
When I sit at the keyboard my brain freezes.
Ever tried to fuck at your parents or relatives house (when you got married, became middle-aged and cringed if the bed squeaked, that is) and disovered stage fright?
Or been busting to rip out an enormous number two in the ladies at work then someone walks in and instead you squeeze out a hapless and thoroughly unsatisfying fart?
Well it's similar to that.
An activity which gave me so much pleasure and made me smelly armed with passion and fervour as I typed, wildly and ambitiously has now almost reduced me to tears.
All I can push out are tidbits, scraps, the entree to the meal but not the meal and certainly no bloody desert.
So my head is a rambling, jumbled and incoherent mess at the moment.
americans who oppose universal healthcare are fucking idiots
love and the lack of it
missing you desperately and knowing I will never have you, you know who you are
my beautiful kids
and my previous and better life
Measuring the influence of Andrew Bolt
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