Another thingi from Ling's blog. Yes dennis, i'm talking to you. *wink*

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

Ha.

I feel as if I've lost my brain. My grasp of language, mediation and delicacy slipping away like a shadow, silently mocking.
I can't do anything about that.

I fear. I've realised that that has evolved into my lifeline. The one thing that gave me worth - words. And now it's slipping away from me.

But then again, it's only words, only vocabulary. So why do I fear so much?
Because you misplace your measure of worth

No, you don't have to shout.