Words words words, all these damn words

We Met, words

We met in a library

We fought a whore of words.

We loved on a bed of nails, me underneath.

Her knees never recovered

We Met, Nihilist

We met at a Nihilist Convention, this Angel served me the drink.

We haveĀ five astounding daughters.


A penny just dropped

I was researching something for an assignment and remembered something from the fictitious Introduction to Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons. She signs off the intro Anthony Pookworthy Esq. ABS LLR

Which means Associate Back Scratcher and Licenced Log Roller. The first term is obvious but today I realised what the second one was about. Clunk