It Isn’t Just Sex, Is It?
The same questions remain though in a different form. I feel like I’m prodding a corpse hoping it will sit-up …
Category Archives: Night shifts
Metropolis
Couldn’t sleep longer so I got up. Vivid dreams falling from my head like dandruff. I’m on a change-over day, …
Twat Around The Garden
Very very horny today. Had a traditional with tethering when I got in. Quite an intense one then another when …
Sitting too Early
The sodium streetlights are red orange splits in the skin against the bruise grey blackeyed sky of clouds. It’s nearly …
Sitting too Late
It is dark, cool and I’m sitting on the bench that I used to sit on and talk to you …
Coffee in the Dark Seat
Here I Amin the blessed cool. The seat I used to sit at overlooking the road when I called J …
The Village Starbucks
Very scary strange dreams this morning sleeping after the NS. Ate can’t remember what. Cereal I think. Anyway, did some …
In The Deepest of the Night
Night shift. I’m in the end trap ruminating over a comment that surfaced like a rotting, gas bloated corpse in …
Morning Song
Nearly there. The suns coming up and a new day is on it’s way. (Picture by iPhone and HDR Pro) …
Stiff Neck and Teeth like a Row of Houses In A1945 Berlin Side Strasse
Wanted to go to bed not come into work in this shithouse. Anyway I’m here. Still here. Been thinking bout …
