


“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Bite the dust
Promise of trust
Standing frail
Friendship’s fail
Fighting tooth and nail
In the search for truth
Fighting nail and tooth
Divide your brain cells
Into opium atoms
Swirl inside your cardboard box brain
And read the patterns
Screened results on computer printout
Allsorts of liquorice data
Say goodbye to your conscience
Your secrets say they’ll see you later
You’re so dark
Caught in a wrap
I’ve got you
You sprung my trap
Wrapped in darkness
Deep in the crack
No way to turn
Trapped in black

13th Dec 2025 – I came across this copy of my birth certificate today. I’m not even sure where the original one is now.
My first home (apparently), near the river. I’m guessing we stayed here until my dad died a couple of years later. I assume that my mum then took me to the other end of the country to get away from the memories here and start a new life. Hmm – things I should’ve asked my mum, or maybe even did and have since forgotten.

It’s interesting to me how much this looks like the house I lived in during my early 20s. A small two-bedroom semi-detached with a garage. I think it’s a similar colour too but my memory could be playing tricks. Bronwyn also used to laugh at how pale and dull everything looked in England. I had to agree.
