dustek

Better put this journal on hiatus.

30 tomorrow.

Oh God!

Got a girl and she ain't too freaky and she ain't weird and she ain't a goth. Which is cool.

So I'm not looking for anybody.

I had a thought yesterday.

Is my generation one of the first to actually have a realistic hope of eternal (or massively extended life)?

The previous generations could only believe in an afterlife or a miracle of science (or alchemy) to extend their lives. There was no real tangible progress being made towards longer lives, except for some progress in medicine, which only extended life...
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Its been a while buit I've been busy with life & love.

I had a major altercation with an ex last month.

I hope she is out of my life for good.

And I've got a new girlfriend. New as in old friend.

Which is interesting.

I've been reorganising my life.

Doing some EQing.

Got to play more dnb.

Write more stories.

And have more...
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There is an Audio Bullys song, with the words "There's thing I haven't told you.", there's another with the line "Too much life spent on the weekend" and another "Boy, you need eqing".

Well last year was pretty mad but I'm starting this year as somebody different.

A new Dustin is coming out.

Gosia had been working for Irek before Beata came. She wanted to return to Lodz, be with her children, work for herself and pay off the loan that she and her husband had taken out, before their company had gone bankrupt. She had quietly got packed and went to the railway station. She bought a ticket and was waiting for a train when she saw...
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I'm going to be putting up fragments of a book I'm translating. Not fully proof read yet.

Underground promotion:

Barbara Stanisławczyks
Girls

Translated by Dustek

The rules were clear. It was supposed to safe and discreet. Only chosen punters and the best girls. No intrusions by the police or by organized crime. The boss guaranteed this. And the girls would note the time of each...
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Richard Pryor is dead. I feel like a homie has died.

I wake up and get a kiss.

A girl is leaving.

And I have no idea, who, what, why...

Christ.

I left a club, by myself and...

Nothing stolen, nothing paid, nothing remembered.

Something for the more militant feminists...

Yes, I am a weak man with tiny genitals. Kick me in the balls, wontcha?

So would you love me if I became a gay nazi biker?