riding through the city with a SHOT GUN

what the fuck is happening to a our supposedly NON ARMED police force??? they appear to be mistakenedly going around in plain clothes shooting someone 5 times in the head. holy shit. they wonder why the chap ran away.... i would if some crazy random guy, with no evidence of the fact that he was a policeman on him, leapt towards me brandishing a machine gun!

"anti terror laws" seems to a bit of a euphemism for "totalitarian militarist bullshit" allowing the police to shoot and kill exactly whoever they feel like.

anyway on a lighter note, hello. i'm back on the continent up a mountain dans la belle france avec ma famille et mon chat. given that felicity is in fact female i would use the feminin form and call her ma chatte, but unfortunately this is french slang for something else. so there.

i'm off now. cheerio.

penguin penguin penguin

*sighhhhhhhhh*
it's been far too long for this.
greetings all.
i have returned.
what a depressing weekend. all i've done is work, procrastinate and eat cherries. and lonesome lines from 'a midsummer night's etc' keep reverberating in my head.
and my head hurts. and my room's a mess.
not much has changed dear billy goats.
not that anyone is actually reading this. you all gave up on me a long time ago.
i hate the IB. i hate work. i feel drained. someone has worn me for ages without looking after me and now i'm stretched and faded and inside out.
and patched and torn.
the heat is suffocating me.
jesus christ, i hear you mumble. a week before the holidays and she's fucking miserable.
OOOOOhhhh crazy summer holidays of heat and parents and extended essay and maths and physics and anguish.
lovely.
nor doth this wood lack worlds of company because you in my respect are all the world...
france definetly lacks worlds of company.
i still can't spell definitely.
there are still freckles on my nose.
this blog still doesn't make much sense.
and noone reads it.
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