Content Creation.

So in the coming weeks with nothing to focus on but my dissertation, I fully intend to create some extra content. I have so many ideas that I've actually created a list. Yes, a list! Lists are awesome, not only do they promote remembering and priorities it also stops me being so damn indecisive. But, nevertheless, a few of the things I will be doing are spoken word poems to put up on YouTube, Recording another horror game Let's Play - which will likely prompt some of those horror posts I was going to put up on here again - and also some Introspective nonfiction that I'll be placing both here and all over the internet.

So. There's something you might want to be interested in. Anyway, it was Mother's Day last Sunday and as a result I ended up writing another poem: But because the first poem I wrote was juvenile and cute, this one had to be different and played on an inside joke I've had in the family for a long time that my mum could get away with murder if she wanted to. So, without further ado - here it is:

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Mother! Murder!

 Murder! Murder!
My mum studies murder!
She hears about it, reads it,
and watches loads of shows,
My mum studies murder!
Let's hope she goes,
No further.

Homocide! Suicide! Strange
Occurences of death!
When the last thing they hear,
Is the executioners breath.
She knows it all,
She knows their names.
So when strange things happen,
I'm not saying she's to blame.

But... Just... Keep it in mind,
And watch your behind,
Because...
When a murder is perfect,
And the blood pours out in lakes.
She'll be learning more,
At the expense of your mistakes!

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(Just for clarity, my mother is kind and lovely, she wouldn't be capable of murder, even if she wanted to... well within reason, I mean human capability is a topic for another blog.)

Thanks for reading and Ciao for now.