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My life is quiet, my thoughts are loud.
Cross the bridge with me and I’ll take you home.
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Grab a Bowl
This isn't Porridge related AT ALL , but its this amazingly relevant personal essay I wrote some years ago. I'm revising it for a research paper I'm writing. I'll be posting it in 5minutes. Enjoy 🙂
722: Old Words from Passed Years
"Daddy passed away on November 2nd. I thought I was all right, but this week I haven't gone to school. Next week will be better."
Leaf: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Leaf Freshly baked bread dangled before pigeons. The colour orange and its place in the sky. My big forehead and Daddy’s coconut tree. Pears, peanut butter and August twenty-sixth. Happiness, lies and goodbyes. Smiles, frowns and art making. Seductive, fearless, indecisive. Norma Jeane’s Marilyn Monroe. A metaphor for the things alive inside me. Skin, fat... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me, and who I used to be.
Bubblegum pink sky and remnants of getting high.
Head in the Sky: The Lost Ones
Famous Last Words 