Oh yeah n_n
from the 17th of July to the 31st I'll be kicking ass in Sonnenburg on a theatre workshop about the future
with four others from my youth theatre. And Paddy.
It's gonna be bitchin', it really is


Harold SchuumanCSSHarold Schuuman
Ever since the postal service went private Ive had a calling. I was prematurely fresh from university life and the privatised system meant there were jobs going spare.
Ive never felt as at home as I do working for the CSS. You see, since the privatisation, many opposing courier companies have spawned, all of which show the utmost respect for the other companies, understanding that the publics mail is a sacred vessel of pulp and ink. However, the human mind is a curious thing and if there is a sacred vessel we must wonder why it is so sacred. That


Sam's VillanelleA flick of the mouth at an overheard joke, Something she half hoped I'd see, But when I looked over the smile had broke.Sam's Villanelle
Conversations turning to topics that make others choke, Of all girl schools and glastonbury. The kind of person who acts as if they've been snorting coke.
A childish sentence for us to prod and poke; My immaturity getting the better of me, Her laughs making her voice croak.
And through it all, a friendship we stoke; feelings of debonaire anxiety, It's not what is expected of normal folk.
I wasn't sure if it were a hoax


Growing up togetherI play doctor, fixed face Mending hearts; I'm SAFE. Yet all I really want to do is run with scissors.Growing up together
You never did like children's games Grew up. SHAME, But here I am once more, head in the dressing up box.
We never home-bake anymore,
It's messy. A CHORE. I used to enjoy letting hundreds and thousands melt on my tongue.
Now all we seem to do is antique shop. Practical things. A MOP. The skeleton I bought ended up in the closet.
Actually, I bought a new carpet today, Laid it down, PLAYED. The old one w


China FaceChina FaceChina Face
Is she not a pretty doll? The one that no one wants. Yelled at purely for her tears Receiver of their taunts.
Stuck there on a broken shelf No friendly arm for need of help A picture but not picturesque Now alone she's such a mess
How dare you break her china face She's damned enough without her grace She cries out loud to no avail Her cheeks are white; her face is pale Her tears are cold; as hard as stone Upon that shelf she weeps alone.
She does not want to die, you know But she doesn't want to live He

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