Maundering about newtown cemetery
Perfect!!!
Hey this is one of those things that I started posting then got too scared to go through with. I wrote about walking in my hood after my first evs psychiatric consult, which was a long time coming, and seeking somewhere atmospheric to read Playing Beatie Bow and breathing in ghosts and then laughing at myself because I couldn’t hack the yoovs bellowing “AUSTRALIAAA” drunk perched on death slabs and panicking from loneliness and talking myself down.
