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Thursday, February 7, 2013

Dancing

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There's two people dancing. It's four in the morning and I'm waiting for the bus at Howe and Robson and there's two people d...
Friday, January 18, 2013

Smokes and ducks

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I fall in love with a dozen different girls a day. Right now it's this short-dark-haired girl walking on the opposite side of the road f...
Friday, August 3, 2012

Rough, and not nearly aggressive enough

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Bus is hot so hot in the summer heat. It's the wetness the dampness makes it so unbearable. Step on board and this heat fucking drenches...
Thursday, March 1, 2012

What's the point of bleeding if you can't even draw pictures with it?

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I cut open my index finger at work today. It starts right at the edge of the fingernail and extends somewhere between one third and one half...
Thursday, January 19, 2012

Notes on: Travelling Home

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Shiny cars. Subwoofers. Smokes. Tattoos. I hear the bass pulsating from the bottom of the valley. “That’ll be Nick”, Matt tells me. We’v...
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That moment when you step off a plane/train/bus/boat and go 'What am I doing here?' That's the best.
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