‘This place is just not for me
I say it all the time
My friends they just ignore me tell me never mind
Waiting all your life on a slumville sunrise’
This song has been on a loop in my head for the last week, playing crazily in my ear at all hours of the day and night.
Kids, if anyone offers you a roll of Axminster to sniff on the street, take my advice and JUST SAY NO! Hideously toxic shit, and does not mix with anti depressants, booze or the odd beta blocker, or at least that what the blood on my pillow every morning tells me after a night of gnashing my teeth to powder.
Latest good/bad news, have been referred to a shrink later this month (hope my counsellor Aunty C doesn’t get jealous!), so clearly my journey into madness won’t be ending this year….
Still, that doesn’t mean I can slack off working at other stuff does it, so onwards and upwards into the silly season, oh gawd…..this should be interesting….
Time to unlock my jaw for the dawn of another day.
‘Shine away in the morning across this place I was born in
Every bruise every flower illuminated by the dawning”