It's a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don't know the answer. I don't know what I'd do, except run away.
It's a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don't know the answer. I don't know what I'd do, except run away. - Alexander Masters
- Alexander Masters
Twenty miles on, we have spotted a roadside sign: 'CHAINSAW CARVED MUSHROOMS'. Troubles promptly forgotten, Stuart falls to gawping at the road ahead… - Alexander Masters
Twenty miles on, we have spotted a roadside sign: 'CHAINSAW CARVED MUSHROOMS'. Troubles promptly forgotten, Stuart falls to gawping at the road ahead…
I don't know, Alexander, sometimes it gets so bad you can't think of nothing better to do than make it worse. - Alexander Masters
I don't know, Alexander, sometimes it gets so bad you can't think of nothing better to do than make it worse.
And so on, until you arrive at the other side, among the purely abstract self-harming: the grinding over your failures, the refusal to remember anyth… - Alexander Masters
And so on, until you arrive at the other side, among the purely abstract self-harming: the grinding over your failures, the refusal to remember anyth…
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonl… - Alexander Masters
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonl…
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