Pas l’√©ducation sentimentale

– now i can live without this this distilling of a day thru the cheap (less than aus$10,000) coffee machine of me brain. no more waiting waiting waiting for the splotch splutter swish of dirty brown half quarter no truths into the cracked coffee single-serve cups of me minimum opus. – i can live withoutContinue reading “Pas l’√©ducation sentimentale”

One nite i was convinced i couldnt write anymore i just wasnt able to maybe i was never but i forced myself to sit in front of my iSook coz one always lives in hope and all that and it was only then that i realised

its hard to type with yr fingers crossed.