There once was an idiot who thought he was a scarecrow.
This was due to his upbringing. He had been born in a cabbage patch, and raised in a field. His clothes were ragged and his head was empty as a carven pumpkin. I am a scarecrow, the idiot would think to himself every morning and every evening, confident of his place in the world.
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Oh for fuck’s sake. I made this cup of tea three hours ago. I genuinely thought I’d drank it. But I haven’t. It’s stone cold. How annoying. I do this all the time. I bet other people do too. I should tweet about it. And people can reply and say “heh, that happens to me all the time!” Yeah, I’ll tweet that.
It’s hard to remember the past, drowning in mud and monstrous memories, but I will try my best. Some stories need to be told at any cost, and some costs have stories leaking from their patch repairs. The album Queen: Greatest Hits was playing in the workshop where I was born. I think that must have been where my love affair with the operatic rock band first started. Freddie Mercury always knew how to turn the gears within me. My wheels spin to his sweet, piercing voice:
I attempted to show a few friends around Leuven once. It rained! This is not an un-common occurrence. In truth it is the nature of the rain that I have an issue with. It is not that the water cascades from the sky, but that it is, in its deepest molecules, contrary!
I had made the bold claim to my friends that Leuven is a beautiful city. And indeed it is! The actor Ralph Fiennes was right to claim, in the movie ‘In Bruges,’ that Bruges is: “A fucking fairytale city.” However, it would have been more appropriate, in my opinion, to give this honorary to Leuven.