There’s something theatrically sardonic about blasting Vivaldi’s Winter out your car speakers when it's a blistering 35C outside and you’re sitting in a Pak'n'Save carpark trying not to have a meltdown xo I was relegated to the car because the supermarket music was stressing me out. I forgot my noise-cancelling headphones in the car. There’s… Continue reading Hey ASD (Spoken Word Poem)
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