Beef Wellington

Yeah, we're just some happy fucking sitcom aren't we, perfect life, perfect family, perfect FUCKING dining table. Give yourselves a round of applause, PLEASE. Sometimes it's like we're living on different planets because there is no FUCKING WAY of communicating with you all. Who the fuck are you people anyway eh? WHO THE FUCK. ARE. YA.

Room X

There's a time and a place for everything, as the saying goes. Maybe I found it. When the time is never right and the place always seems to be somewhere else. Maybe it IS here. Maybe it IS now. More is almost universally lost by failing to make a decision at all than by opting to make a bad one. I sense something on the other side of the wall. Not pounding, not scratching. Not screaming or rage. Rather a slow and steady thrum. A pulsing. Like a ships engines, felt constantly from some higher deck of a liner. Deep, resonant and insistent, yet somehow altogether far away, difficult to place. But it is there. Unfathomable. Umistakeable. Undeniable. I have yet to wake.