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Asteroid.


I can’t quite describe what happened. It was almost as though something flew out of the sky… Directed straight towards me with no uncertainty. Its purpose was to obstruct my path, and strike me full force in the face. An impact so large on an emotional scale that I would, in all my dramatic glory, liken its effects to the Cambrian Explosion. But to see someone riddled with even a hint of what I felt crippled me. I couldn’t help but take a sordid trip down memory lane. I’ve been so caught up in everything ‘hearts and flowers’ (pardon the Fifty Shades quote) that I’ve managed to distract myself from the occupational hazard of happiness… For it to be ripped away with no warning.

Daddy Issues


Victorian patriarchy is a thing of the long forgotten past, it’s all about the feud brought about by postmodernism. The age of the millennium. I’m not talking about divorce or kids born out of wedlock or even the children who have never known their fathers, not that I’m belittling such circumstances, but instead I’m addressing those that choose to not be present. 

Don’t worry I’m not gonna go all Freud and Jung on anybody, but it’s becoming more and more apparent that my fathers negligence bothers me a hell of a lot more than I ever realised.