They say that I need a plan. Whoever they are. I say that I have a plan. A twelve-step plan, I say. They ask if I am an alcoholic. I reconsider my reply. They say that I need a plan. Whoever they are. I say that plans are for careerist swine, for capitalist scum, for faceless […]
If you think my writing is impenetrable, obscure, even pretentious, then standby for a revelation, for I am about to speak plainly. Or should that be write plainly? I don’t know. Indeed, I probably don’t care either. But whichever it is, I will be plain and simple and straightforward in the delivery of what I […]
With an uncharacteristic degree of self-confidence that briefly lulled me into thinking I might be a ‘somebody’ in online writing terms, I let Ryan Manning ask me a series of deep and meaningful questions for his interview site, thunk. Good luck reading to the end of all I said. I was clearly labouring under the […]
Imagination is a whore. A filthy yet fickle whore. Comes to me and for me, spread-eagled and pouting, offering up everything on a wooden platter. Then she withdraws, closes up and turns away. A frost descends. She’s ice cold, white and drained. yes i know you want fucking angels and more fucking angels and all […]