The voices in my head are major. Loud, resounding… Major! And yeah sometimes I ignore them, probably because I don’t trust myself. This is going to be a short post because I’m experiencing a mental block, so I can’t really flow on anything but I must do this every Wednesday – The spirit of consistency. “I should have
Sometimes when the voices become too loud, some seek comfort within closets, and in there, lies stories untold. Secrets, as we would generally term them. The subject of rape has become alarmingly high, that one has to wonder if, there’s a curse, or the world’s end is so near. However, on the table of the perpetrators and the victims,
Excerpt VIII I cried during sex before dawn. With each flick, each lick, I arched into an ocean. The waves of familiar pleasure crashed over my rigid nipples, my stretching vestibule. I felt overwhelmed. And pain. I felt pain. Numerous emotions raced through me as your soft, brown lips kissed my throbbing clit. A blanket of these emotions threatened to
Artist: Dennis Mcgill I like that I now look forward to sharing my thoughts with you every Wednesday, as my mentor will famously say “consistency is key”. Finding purpose has come to be one of the most interesting thing I’m experiencing as a human being; having to know my strengths, tackle my weaknesses and become naturally mindful of most things
Photo source: Tokyo’s Psychedelic Digital Museum If you can take shots of hot liquor, drink bitter leaf water, eat bitter-kola or go hardcore like Jägermeister or Stout, please you can dish and receive the truth without a fret. I actually wish I can get this post as far as possible, but as they say, life na jeje, so I’d hope
Artist: Dimitra Milan I swear by the nothingness of space, that this is nothing but my undiluted thoughts towards the now trendy old/young love. I feel the need to explain the idea behind The Drunken Writer; it’s a way, an avenue to share my thoughts, experiences and book/life lessons creatively – (while blowing off steam) So back to the order
For the life of me, I can’t go back to bed anymore. Its 4:41a.m. but what troubles me, is more than the nightmare I was just having, it’s more about Nigeria in the news. Nigeria this Nigeria that The most popular, disgusting and most importantly, the most dramatic country of all times I’m still trying to recover from how a