There is blood on our hands again

(From the song 'Blood on our Hands' by Death From Above 1979).

What I'm clumsily trying to say is that here's a blog what I made whilst I should've been doing something better and that if you're reading it then you should be doing something better too. Also, the fact that you and I have the time and resources to respectively make and read this gumpf is why the World is so screwed.

24 June 2005

Sigh...

Only love can break your heart. It's amazing how so much time can pass and yet the slightest thing can leave you feeling really shaken... I'll pull myself together in a minute...
As a mechanism for encouraging procreation it may have it's benefits... but to me it's merely a hindrance to happiness.
It's probably testament to how daft in the head I am when I can find lines from a batman film to be very profound. Something like - "The memory of a loved one becomes poison in your veins until one day you catch yourself wishing they'd never existed because it would spare you from your pain". Sigh...
What a bag of shite.

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