So, courtesy of an awesome lady called Cynthia with a great love of words, I did some journalling and then ripped it up and pieced together some phrases to create haikus. They’re pointless and not really structured properly, but eh, they’re fun.
the answer. Fat grandchild-
ren fall over in some dirt.
Everything needs drums. There’s a
fucking orchestra. We
twirled the strings a bit.
Brio as Palin.
Feed the fires. Pursue
your passions mercilessly.
Exit pursued by bear.
Someone did a nice painting.
Fuckloads of morphine.
Essential debate.
Transformational prelude.
We are the change.