Living in a hostel is driving me mad. No need for Chinese proverbs or anything. It’s just plain madness.

away from the footie. a bit rough. go on feel free to point out the errors of my ways.

Sarah threw the book out of the window. A moment or two passed then shouting from the street outside. The intercom buzzed. Sarah hesitated.

Undersea And out of sight Robots work To render light To our dismay To our delight Their screaming lasts All through the night But time goes on And though we pray There's naught to do

West world

It seemed such a novelty, spouting from your lips, like a fountain dripping sounds so fluid I was sure my eyes saw each letter on the nighttime sky before a single sound funneled into my ears.

According to Hasidic tradition, everyone must have two pockets. In the right pocket are to be the words: ‘For my sake was the world created,’ and in the left: ‘I am dust and ashes.’

so here we go, another one about to erupt, what could i possibly do to stop this, maybe not have done this in the first place. what can i do?