I. Pulag
Ladies and gentlemen I have decided to declare an all out war against the flies. Those busy fucks just busy buzzing bussing their stickly sticky…
i.The night shrouded me. That thin mist and shower of rain. The rain was oppressive, keeping me under shade and breathing in my own…
I remember going there a few months ago to have a smoke and noticing that the grime and the dirt of the soil and the grass and the path were…
I felt minuscule and very hollow like leaves drifting idly by on a windless day. I moved along the world I now found myself in as a ghost…
I would like to think that the act of journaling or diary-keeping is common among writers — those little anecdotes or…
