everyones an island

the danger in all this of course is that its easy no confounded consequences theres no instant email action i can choose who i tell, if anyone that this exists and knowing this the fear is that it becomes diary-esque and all the fevor pitch emotional responses are unfettered by an audience. but then who that i know doesnt already get an indepth view intomy brain every couple weeks when i have a crisis of some flavour or another.

here it is then first blog of the new world order. ziggy stardust eat my shorts.

its a low old day. social isolationismchism. fits quite nicely with the current theme of my lit unit at uni. the island of the tempest. will i be the base primitivist, or the sprite spirit, or the vengeful or the maniplated. its all up for grabs in my one woman puni-verse. its quite cold in here, in the island, or am i the island. no man is an island unto himself but thats not to say that me, being a woman, or so i thought a few years ago , cannot be an island. many a coastline, landmass, uninvaded country has been gendered. although virgin country i am not , unoccupied i may seem. come visit i will put out my palm trees and wrestle my coconuts to the ground and we will sip tequila sunrises and watch the moon rise over the horizon. or else i will watch bad telly and go to bed.