Fundamental Windstorms rip through my ears
Sit with your mates
Get on the beers
Occupational Hazard
I heard them say
Hovering like buzzards
I must get my own way!
This is my country
This is my universe
Raped, tortured,
But you give us your worst
The wind whips through those
Hallowed halls
All for One
And one for all.
I woke before the sun rose today, my heart felt the intense weight of all the moments that the 25th of April marks, before my body had even begun to stir. For all the Blakfellas who were sent to fig
Content warning: I use a word that many people find confronting, that word is cripple. I identify as a crippled person, and I use it in the spirit of reclaiming it. Blessed are the crippled kids, Thos
I want to be asleep and I've been trying to get there I close my eyes and wait but the chance of REM seems rare Another hour passes and I'm still watching Blanche go on dates It seems yet another epis