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Newton's laws of existentialism

by malo gledhill

All you need is a bottle of Shiraz to let your pain turn into ecstasy.

Scattered ideas lodge themselves in the gaps of a lonely pinecone.

Your heart rate accelerates according to the mass of an object and the amount of force that

is applied. But then again, what does Newton know about passion, he never had sex.

I’m hungry. My stomach aches.

The ultimate conundrum. Sometimes I wish I was an old man that had seen as much of the world as he possibly could,

and now all he has left to do is stare at the sunset on top of a Broken Hill. Knowing he would die tonight.

The wine is festering in my system, neurones are dying by the millions. All conflict involves collateral damage I suppose.

Lavoisier got it right, everything is transformed, distorted. Nothing here is innovative. I am wasting your time. That’s ok though, you’ve nowhere to go.

For me, the world was born crying.

Death makes you grow up faster.

Why did the coffin have to be so small and the white van so big.

Then again, Emmert’s law might be playing tricks on me.

My stapler’s not working. I stumble back to my desk.

The first beer you’ll ever taste will be disgusting. But you’ll drink it anyway.

When no strings are attached, a tether inevitably adheres to your soul, regardless.

Tomorrow might be good, I’m not sure. I am the God of suboptimal moments, complacency, and the respite you convince yourself you deserve. This is not a motivational quote.

The elixir is wearing off. I feel numb, the window is tantalizing.

But she’s afraid of ghosts.

I write to let the storm die out. Yet here I am writing my last line and the storm will not end. The storm will not end.


Malo didn’t start off with writing. He preferred telling stories and reciting other people’s poetry (especially Dylan Thomas’). When one fateful day, his friends saved him from his dark past of being a theatre kid and told him to sit down and compose. It wasn’t great, but it got better in time. Malo has already been featured in the Madrigal and is thrilled to be a part of it once more. If you’re confused by his pieces, know that he is too. Shaun the Sheep is a great show.


Image by Bree Anne
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