Tonight I dreamt about playing basketball with Jan Delay. Don’t worry if you don’t know Jan Delay. Don’t worry about the dream either. Wasn’t as saucy as the ones involving a former substitute French teacher…
Stephen King being Stephen King
As I cannot squeeze my thoughts into befitting ninety-six words or the regular 150 ones I decided to scrap the word limit today. Although, maybe all the words in the world might never get my point across…
In Between Days - The Cure
Maybe I should plan and structure my posts more. In themselves and how they occur in the grand scheme of things. A “grand scheme of things” kind of suggests I have a plan
Life tip: bring a book with you everywhere you go
Life pro tip: bring two, in case you finish the first one.
Bigger life pro tip: Bring a kobo/kindle with you everywhere so you have an entire library with you at all times.
Ultimate life pro tip: live in a library and never ever leave.
Supreme life tip: Become a library
Stop being so fucking pretentious. If all you read is The Hunger games and John Green novels you ain’t much of a library….
I don’t need to sell my soul – he’s already in me…. So why the fuck am I writing a piece of 150 words daily for a year? Training? Probably. Afterall talent takes you far as does determination.
John Cooper Clarke street art in Salford