by
Paul Varjak
1 vote
|
vote up
|
|
Romance, Humour
Monday morning. M got up around 10 and not to the best of starts. She shuffled downstairs to discover not a single piece of clean cutlery. Added to that, she noticed that none of her fucktard housemat...
read more
by
Paul Varjak
Walking down a crowded street in the biggest city in the world, still somewhat flustered amongst the hustle and bustle. We come here to get lost, or to find ourselves; perhaps even to be f...
read more
by
Paul Varjak
I had really hoped the alcohol would help me to stay “in the moment”. As things turned out, however, it simply made for a slightly slower, more obtuse internal monologue. My...
read more
by
Paul Varjak
Lola wasn't the best kisser. Her approach appeared to be to stick out her tongue, close her eyes and hope for the best. Not that I'm complaining; I'd feel blessed if she saw fit to slobber on me ...
read more
by
Paul Varjak
“For if we don't find the next whisky bar, I tell you we must die. I tell you we must die.” – Jim Morrison So I meet Nutter at the Student’s Union Bar and he of...
read more