“I’m psychic!” She says with a hysterical laugh.

I WISH THAT REALLY HAPPENED

I saw fish eating sharks on the beach, Pigs teaching men how to preach, While my freind was sucking a leech, In the land of Ching Chang Chong. A serious nonsense poem.

My mind raced. My heart pounded. There must be some kind of mistake. Maybe this letter wasn’t from my dad. Maybe mum was having an affair. Yes that was it, she was seeing someone else.

I think I must have been about 12 when it happened, but I don’t really remember. I think I just tried to block it out.

This weeks I.P.

Our love is like a ghost, revisiting and haunting each second of my life. My fingertips print screen your face from a photogrpah on my bedside table, I can't forget you.