StudSpud The Starchy

Put a fork in me, I’m done.

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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • It was this one yeah?

    I could not sleep, awakened afraid
    Under the covers, I begged, I prayed,
    For dawn, or death, for sleep to come
    But mercy ungranted, I knew I was done.
    For I committed a most awful crime
    One for which we’ve all done time
    Exactly the same or slighty changed,
    Have we all made this same mistake?
    I went to Woolies to buy a snack,
    The cashier smiled, I smiled back
    Items scanned, transaction completed
    She said the words that have me defeated
    Smiles and waves, “Enjoy your coffee and snack!”
    “You too!” I regretfully cried back
    Unthinking, unblinking, mid-step away
    I died there, in Woolies, that very day.






  • I didn’t rescue my cat or my old dog; they were rescued by other people. I just adopted them.

    I mean, I don’t mind the term “rescue cat” but I’d avoid it personally, as I had no hand in their rescue.

    I don’t like the term “bought” when referring to a pet adoption, as I feel that it is too close to possession and property (and while that is the case when it comes to the law, from a personal view animals are sentient and “buying” them I feel reduces their autonomy - again just personal preference, I don’t care if other people say they bought their pet). My pets have all been integrals parts of my family units, and therefore I prefer “adoption”.


  • So tonight I’m going to an event that I have never been to before; a poetry reading at a local pub by a modern author. They have an open mic as well, but I am not even close to confident enough to consider that.

    But I do consider this my first step towards the culture and being a part of a community, after dabbling so long with prose and only reading poetry books since I was a small child. I think my first book, that I can remember, is one I still have: a book of Childrens Poetry (Lewis carrol, William Blake, etc) that contributed heavily to my love of the artform.

    I have no idea why I feel so anxious and nervous, or why I want to back out. I guess avoidance and the fear I’ll make a fool of myself, despite not performing at all. Idk, I hope I can find a welcoming community within that space, but even if I don’t, I’ll still write. I don’t think I could stop writing, even if I wanted to.