And Blowjobs and no fake arse advice! And medium, where the real content at! I only seem to read and see and skim through real bad poetry. Atrocious writers scribing current events into words that a four year old could have written. …

Follow the Feeling (free debut novel in the Boredom trilogy) Sex, death and a distinct lack of rock n’Roll What happens when your mother dies, you cannot relate to your kids and your wife is just the first lady to wave her pearly puppy dog eyes at you? You do…

A list of inspirational quotes for the listlessly struck with writers block and other ailments… Knut Hamsun my favourite writer of all the universes! Key works -Pan -Growth of the soil -Hunger His novels are my personal behemoths I must overcome and somehow tame! ‘There is nothing like being left…

Let’s face it nobody can read. Nobody likes one another in a truly revelatory way whereby humanity could truly not be fucked in the sphinctre! But shit, we get up in the morning and there are flickers of insanity that make sense. A song on the radio, or shitty Spotify…

34 That night there was little time for the beautiful z’s. His wife’s inane questions of do you reckon she’ll be okay and who will take care of the funeral costs were cumbersome and unneeded… “I’m only thinking of the worst case scenario.” She said. He could not get a…

— 32 He ran through what it could be, -Dementia -Cancer -A cold -Alzheimers -Nothing He knew nothing, absolutely nothing! He held her warm hand in the ambulance as she wondered where the television had gone and Dennis’s family drove home to wait for news. And, “Why are you making…

30 While we are keeping it short, a conversation with Matthew his favourite and only son. “…You know in life you can do whatever you want but… it has to be reasonable… or you end up… doing nothing.” Dennis after circling the landing for quite some time finally explained. They…

28 Another one Why not… -His wife’s sisters name in bed (they were only making the bed) and were talking about her horrific, his wife’s words, “Truly horrific,” divorce to a man that could do no wrong before the excrement hit the fan. To the hell’s Satan of a child…

25 Now Dennis’s life hadn’t always been this pathetic. On paper he was not always this one tone and one note, inwardly whinging most of the time, almost scared of the weight of the world as he played his own viola concerto to himself… He was not always one note? …