THE FLAME:
Under the shade of a sycamore tree, gilded by lillies & littered by love lay the likes of a little girl lost. Even in the company of the oncoming dark, her fingers white & worn, clutching to her chest a single empty jar, still she felt alone, for her heart lay with another. Beaten & bruised by time, it came to be that...
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Under the shade of a sycamore tree, gilded by lillies & littered by love lay the likes of a little girl lost. Even in the company of the oncoming dark, her fingers white & worn, clutching to her chest a single empty jar, still she felt alone, for her heart lay with another. Beaten & bruised by time, it came to be that...
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The Bum Diary: Chapter 1
I park in my regular secret hiding spot between Enmore & King Streets (your only clue is Jungle). I step out of the car and immediately theres a 7 foot tall hippie in front of me that looks like Jay Whalley pushing an empty pram and talking to himself, I step in neon blue gum, and dont realise for about...
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I park in my regular secret hiding spot between Enmore & King Streets (your only clue is Jungle). I step out of the car and immediately theres a 7 foot tall hippie in front of me that looks like Jay Whalley pushing an empty pram and talking to himself, I step in neon blue gum, and dont realise for about...
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The Card Table
Kids, your Aunt Tracey once told me that sometimes in life its better to be late. Even though you think youre missing out, you might find you were just where you were supposed to be all along.
It was the week after The Purple Eyebrow Incident, and Id just regained enough confidence to go out again, but was still flying solo, as...
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Kids, your Aunt Tracey once told me that sometimes in life its better to be late. Even though you think youre missing out, you might find you were just where you were supposed to be all along.
It was the week after The Purple Eyebrow Incident, and Id just regained enough confidence to go out again, but was still flying solo, as...
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The Purple Eyebrows
Kids,
Someone very close to me once told me that the best things in life happen after 3am. This a story about proving them wrong.
It was the Fall of 2010, in the week leading up to the Easter Holidays. Your Aunt Tracey had gone off the radar, piled up with assesments & trying to make time for the New Man in...
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Kids,
Someone very close to me once told me that the best things in life happen after 3am. This a story about proving them wrong.
It was the Fall of 2010, in the week leading up to the Easter Holidays. Your Aunt Tracey had gone off the radar, piled up with assesments & trying to make time for the New Man in...
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To Sleep, Perchance To Dream: A Valerian Addicts Diary
A weeks excerpt from my Dream Diary:
Monday 15th
Last night I dreamt about chatting, via web-cam, on TJs Mac book, to a beautiful older girl who was an amalgamation of someone between Fractal & Apnea. It was a simultaneous overlap/astral projection dream-within-a-dream scenario in which I appeared as a ghost figure inside her apartment, like...
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A weeks excerpt from my Dream Diary:
Monday 15th
Last night I dreamt about chatting, via web-cam, on TJs Mac book, to a beautiful older girl who was an amalgamation of someone between Fractal & Apnea. It was a simultaneous overlap/astral projection dream-within-a-dream scenario in which I appeared as a ghost figure inside her apartment, like...
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I rememberthe bar.
Though I dont know why.
I mean, it was nothing special. Id been in places like that before. But this was different somehow. The light cut through the old haze of smoke and sex appeal to make it appear as if the real world was calling you back outside. But still they sat. Helpless in the eye of an oncoming storm that...
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Though I dont know why.
I mean, it was nothing special. Id been in places like that before. But this was different somehow. The light cut through the old haze of smoke and sex appeal to make it appear as if the real world was calling you back outside. But still they sat. Helpless in the eye of an oncoming storm that...
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Taking a pretty girl to a Carnival is like a carnival attraction to the Carnies themselves, dangling just out of reach to them at an unknown price.
You might lose but your girlfriend still wins
Try again, buddy
Sister?
Warmer
Cousin?
Closer
Best Friend?
Spot On, I think to myself. But I never confirm to them, leaving them wondering. The enigmatic prospectors, puzzled and perplexed....
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You might lose but your girlfriend still wins
Try again, buddy
Sister?
Warmer
Cousin?
Closer
Best Friend?
Spot On, I think to myself. But I never confirm to them, leaving them wondering. The enigmatic prospectors, puzzled and perplexed....
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Thoughts at 10:54
You saved my night by turning up, better late than never. We walk the streets of the Inner West at night, talking about boy/girl problems of the heart as we dodge and weave our way through the freaks and geeks. Past the girls with the gamma turned up, the jazz cat with a jew fro, and the PDA perpetrators. This becomes the...
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You saved my night by turning up, better late than never. We walk the streets of the Inner West at night, talking about boy/girl problems of the heart as we dodge and weave our way through the freaks and geeks. Past the girls with the gamma turned up, the jazz cat with a jew fro, and the PDA perpetrators. This becomes the...
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Short Story Tuesday
Attitude
Outlook
Reprisal
Moth
Buzzing
Detached
Lolita
Magenta
French
Dish
Evie sat down in her favorite chair. The one she had found on the side of the road, at the intersection of Leland & Lawn, and was now sitting proudly in place in her caravan.
Evie sat, in her beloved Magenta chair, with the door open, her outlook enriched by the precarious...
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Attitude
Outlook
Reprisal
Moth
Buzzing
Detached
Lolita
Magenta
French
Dish
Evie sat down in her favorite chair. The one she had found on the side of the road, at the intersection of Leland & Lawn, and was now sitting proudly in place in her caravan.
Evie sat, in her beloved Magenta chair, with the door open, her outlook enriched by the precarious...
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