sometimes the world shouts at me.
i say that, i’m pretty sure its just my inner monologue.
either way every now and then
i am surrounded by these piercing screams
things i should be doing
or saying
or learning
or reading.
YOU SHOULD HAVE AN ARSENAL OF COOKING RECIPES IN YOUR BRAIN BY NOW.
YES, A NICE STEAK DISH FOR DATES,
A PASTA BAKE,
A NICE SEAFOOD RISOTTO.
FUCK! YOU NEED TO OPEN A MONZO ACCOUNT,
TRANSFER ALL THE BEER MONEY INTO IT
AND INSTEAD SPEND IT ON A NICE BLOUSE
FOR JOB INTERVIEWS
AND FUNERALS.
WELL, THEYRE THE SAME THING ARENT THEY?
JESUS CHRIST STOP EATING NUTELLA FROM THE JAR!
PICK UP A FUCKING BANANA
OR BETTER STILL, AN AVOCADO.
YOUR HELP TO BUY ISA STILL ONLY HAS A POUND IN IT?
HOW WILL YOU EVER AFFORD A SEMI DETATCHED 2 BED IN A NEW BUILD ESTATE SURROUNDED BY YOUNG WHITE FAMILIES IN CITROEN PICASSOS WHO SMILE AND WAVE AS THEY MOW THE FRONT LAWN EVERY MORNING?
GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER
KNUCKLE DOWN.
YOU NEVER KNOW,
TODAY MIGHT BE YOUR LAST.