Things what I writ

I sometimes write nonsense about things to try and sound clever

swans are evil

ce n’est pas a trifle, but they look at you like you stood in their custard and then about 20 of them gather around your duffers and spit venomous bile at your frontage, as if you’re about as welcome as an extended license at the black horse, speaking of which, they have that look as well, which spakes of buckets of affrontary

as vvt says, its all of them