Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).

So, this week has housed death. Death and sadness and silent screams for theses poorly people. People touch your lives, there’s no escaping, no harmonies that can cover the under-night whispers and moans at three when the tea trolley’s late. (SIDE NOTE: This entire blog post was written in a blurry 5am smog, I wasContinue reading “Trying to Shoot, but Missing the Pull. (An inebriated post).”

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