Let me start off by saying that I'm not your typical blogger. I wont be writing about the newest ethnic child saved by a celebrity, or the all organic all kitchen grown meal that would make Jamie Oliver blow a load in his trousers. I wont be rating the recent 3D visual abomination out in the theatre, and I certainly wont be commenting on Lady Gaga's latest album.
Nope. Not here.
This blog is going to be about real life shit. Shit that makes up everyday life. Shit that you may or may not give a rats ass about.
Will it be life changing? Inspirational? Moving even?
Fuck no.
Could you find yourself yelling at the computer screen in frustration or even confusion?
Possibly.
I'm Jean and this is my blog, so I'll do what I want.
Monday, 7 February 2011
12 steps
A crimson wave, a tidal
a horizontal gash
insomnia, all regular
intoxicated Ass
the notes played in the background
our pair of left feet move
your scent of something, nothing
the point you want to prove
a tiny heart, a stained hand
no other love could rival
Suddenly I understand
your breath is my survival
a horizontal gash
insomnia, all regular
intoxicated Ass
the notes played in the background
our pair of left feet move
your scent of something, nothing
the point you want to prove
a tiny heart, a stained hand
no other love could rival
Suddenly I understand
your breath is my survival
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