Delusions And Deflections Of A Loser

Whilst counting the days till the Don is gone, and all his goons, I watch the great and the good, the poor and the wealthy, the intellectuals and the couch potato politicians spar on whether the commander of chaos and cons followers {marks} are redeemable. Standing back watching as this all transpires down yonder in […]


The And

He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long.