Moleskine pages - A Lifetime Of Labour Pains

" His eyes told me nothing in seven languages. The nape of my neck prickled in exquisite revulsion. His touch made my toes curl with involuntary spasms, he misread my responses in spectacular fashion. My good manners ended with a son, he had has his father's nose.
I had a lifetime of labour pains."

Moleskine Pages - We Will Carry On Forever

" We played games just to make ends meet. We played game sto meet in the middle. We played because we couldn't stop. At some point we gave up trying without friction we will carry on forever."

Moleskine Pages - She Smirked

" He confided to her that he was a super- hero. So as a supportive wife she fashioned a costume that allowed him to fight crime and spread good, he was cool!.  She smirked.

moleskine Pages - The Baby Slept Through The Night

" The parade moved through time, always changing, always the same. The birds sang the story. Dogs barked the rules. The moon bore witness and we bore our replacements. The baby slept through the night."

moleskine Pages 'It's In The Blood'

" The child's cries tore apart the fabri of his familial blanket. It was reduced to it's elemental components. Strands of safety snaking their way to someone else's songbook. What did we expect from our selfish children? What did we want from our saving disgraces?"

We are a patchwork of DNA gathered from those who went before. There is nothing original or unique about our component parts, We give ourselves special status and our hubris will be our downfall.

moleskine Pages Blood Sisters

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' We are all blood sisters, the knitting began centuries before the children came.'                                                                                                                                         

Moleskine Page Dynamite

In response to some of you who found reading the words incorporated on the actual page I shall from now on print the words to make life easier.
"She bestows and with holds her blessings depending on her menstrual cycle. As the blood flowed so did her capacity for malice. Her soaking tampons were sticks of dynamite".
This is for those pathetic small minded individuals (and you know who you are!), and for the sorry excuses for women  who attribute all women's moods and actions to her 'time of the month' ugh, I feel sick just using that phrase. We are more than the sum of our bodily functions, never forget that!