Subconscious Mawwiage

Don’t know why. I’ve never even really had a crush on this bastard, but over the past fifteen years, I have had multiple dreams where I was married to –

Topher Fucking Grace.

In the first dream, we were at the altar and he suddenly bust out in a wookie impression. I knew then he was the one.

Someone analyze that shit!

Why would anyone use this for anything else?

I’ve never understood the people who want to grow plants in such a space. I mean sure, let’s get some floral apocalypse going up in here, but what I want this room for – what I will use this room for when I buy my future house that will obviously have a conservatory is – well, it’s obvious.

I’m going to write in it. When I’m not shagging my true love in it, obviously.

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Shagging and writing. Clearest of all winners. For those are the things that would make ME bloom. 😛

Pay the Writer – Harlan Ellison

This man swears almost as much as me. Poetry.

This is something that truly troubles the world of art. To quote Alasdair Gray –

“People in Scotland have a queer idea of the arts. They think you can be an artist in your spare time, though nobody expects you to be a spare-time dustman, engineer, lawyer or brain surgeon.”
― Alasdair Gray