Tag Archives: Baudelaire

I possess the right

A cat of horrifying proportions enters the kitchen and looks at fridge in the moonlight. ‘Why are you shut up so tight since you cannot eat your own contents? The fridge replies, ‘Sir cat, according to the cold store principles … Continue reading

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Waiting for the coffee to cool

Coffee is a delightful diversion for the mountains weary of million year battles. Reflected the vastness of the universe, the mobile library of the clouds in the musky colouration of a pulverised bean. The slender streams from the mug form … Continue reading

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In the bleak half-term

One should never be fourteen, the unique age of the numb. Feel the horrible softening and hardening that squeezes your soul. Obey your parents without ceasing as they nag with chores and rules. And if at some time on the … Continue reading

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