Young Again
Puffing, wheezing, People pleasing, Hype juice squeezing. Oh, to be young again ...
An over-indulgent ejection of finger-wagging & false self-importance. This one's for all you cynicism-fuelled cortisol junkies, my fenced garden of Substack / Twitter-like slacktivist-style hunched over fart sniffing. I personally recommend against reading from this feed, though you may get lucky with the odd prose that is accidentally pleasant.
Puffing, wheezing, People pleasing, Hype juice squeezing. Oh, to be young again ...
Life is pretty amazing if you can manage to ...
I was born with the promise of tomorrow, Only to learn that tomorrow, Is deeply entrenched in the past ...
Down in the city - It's a real pity - The struggle is real - I know how you feel - Let's make times less hard - But not in my back yard
I weep for the child raised by wolves ...
Try a tasty starter, We'll consider barter ...
The Creature has many eyes. At birth, it could see light, and sound, and discomfort, and love, ...
Great people cannot stop the coming tide, they can only become an island for stranded swimmers.