Some days I feel like an NPC.I’ve only got 100 words.And if you talk to me,I’ll say the same thing.The same thing.Again and again,Until the end of the world.Or the game.Or the day.Press A to Continue.This NPC existence,Just isn’t for me.Every day the same,All the way to infinity.I’m hoping for a bug,Or a break inContinue reading “NPC Breaks Free”
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Gut
In the gut, go with the gut.It’ll help you sleep at night.It’ll help you look in the mirrorand not be too disappointed in what you see.Hell, you might even crack a smile.It’s your own built-in bullshit detector.Learn to trust it.It might just save your life.If something doesn’t feel right, walk away.You belong to no oneContinue reading “Gut”
Shelter From the Storm (and the bins) or Bin-nado
It went from a yellow alert to an amber alert to a red alert. Danger to life. A little too quickly. The fearless one is away to work. Healthcare. You don’t really have a choice. I’m sitting here and the wind is howling down the chimney. I hear a crash and a bash. Pulling backContinue reading “Shelter From the Storm (and the bins) or Bin-nado”
Persevere
Alarm kills the silence,Before the sunrise —I will persevere. Cup filled with coffee,Putting my boots on —I will persevere. Bus stop in the rain,To work for the day —I will persevere. Got a roof overhead,Thinking about the rent —I will persevere. Counting up my coins,Got to eat, got to live —I will persevere. My notebook,Continue reading “Persevere”
We Are Made of Stars
I saw my breath in front of me, laying in bed this morning. The temperature barely made it above zero today. The rooftops are frosty, cars are frozen up and the pavement is like an ice rink. I saw a couple of folk struggling into town. Slipping and sliding like some pro level slapstick comediansContinue reading “We Are Made of Stars”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 