May 2012
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Asked the man for my soul back.
Knock on the office door, pull up a chair. Niceties shared after so much time shared together in this nice city. Hopefully, I can find money for food, clothes and shelter because I can’t live without my soul anymore.
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When you just know.
When you know… You just know. The New-ageys will call it intuition. It will scare you, when the relationship is over but you’re trying to make it work. When it’s time to leave the job while there’s still bills to be paid. When you’re overdue for a change of scenery but you know no one outside your town. You know. You just know. And you have to go. So go. You might...
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We all die young.
Watch a child dream, they do it while awake. Sketching images of monsters and made up things, wanting to be superheroes and galaxy travellers. Listen to a child rant with their grand ideas, from a place of infinity and abundance. They were there more recently. But we tell them better. Teach them to be lawyers, accountants, politicians and stylists. Yes, life is short. Our hearts die young. We all...
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I want to scream. I want to run through the city at peak hour naked just to see how people will respond. I want to get in the car and drive. Just drive. I want to sleep more. Dream. Get so good at dreaming it’s more real than this and do the stuff I can’t do like fly and breathe underwater. I want to stand at the front of a bus, a full bus, on a rainy Monday morning and yell “it...
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Gimme a sign.
I sit on a rock by the ocean and count the time before the drunk grow weary and the television shows are less appealing, in the hope that I can return to quiet, and these waves aren’t required to drown the noise. As I wait, I look up at the blanket of cloud shielding the stars, removing any hope of seeing signs of hope. It’s as if God is saying ‘not tonight Son, not...
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Okay.
It’s not so much that I’m not okay or sometimes morbidly sad or even think that I’m the slightest bit unique. Rather, that I’m aware of it and sometimes feel unique, because I’m the only one who’s noticed that it doesn’t have to be like this.
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Happy birthday.
Last year she was sucking my dick from the passenger seat of my car. This year, not even so much as a message. Happy fucking birthday.
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Welcome to Eden.
Oh, the snakes, the temptresses, that cross our path as we walk this earth. Glitz, tits, glutton and glamour, flashing lights, shortfalls and booty calls, stimulants, depressants, intoxicating our existence. But, when a man chooses the right path, eyes set far upon the horizon, stays focused… The bottle, babes and bucks remain out of sight. Out of mind. He can stride, like taking footsteps...
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Not so far away.
Somewhere between the grass on this side of the hill and the grass on that side of the hill, is a mountain of time that doesn’t actually exist. As the switch is imperceptible, we may well be crossing back without having realised, that we’d already arrived.
