Thursday, 4 October 2018

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And now!!

💋

Now look what you've got me doing.

Hmm

Dear Diary

The kitchen is inhabited every second of the day by the senior matriarch and I believe I'm not thought much of due to my scanty time spent in the heat and food smells which I refuse to be a part of the entire day resulting in small comments and acerbic sarcasm during conversations.

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Why am I listening to Osho?

Lush hush

Tell me darling
why the fuck are you
such a treat?

Banana

Tragicomic today
trawling through
Teatime
Tsk tsk

Gods below

With dearth of music comes copiousness of television.
The need for sounds is subconscious and when denizens do not realise the musical famine in their house they turn to television to provide some sound solace and thusly television begins to permeate and meddle into lives from the very morning.
I walked out of the bedroom door at 8am this morning to be greeted by a nonsensical channel blaring out the idiot box and I retracted into the depths of my bedroom like I were scuttling back in a trench during a stalemate.