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The morning had not begun well. Jones the Runic Oscillator was on the blink, sending out probability waves and forcing salt crystals and coffee grinds all over the building into new and increasingly threatening combinations of Ancient Sumerian, Norse and Futhark. This was only really a concern because Ancient Sumerian didn’t use runes and no one ( Read more... ) -
Doubtful Sound, 8th March
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I have just bought all the Globe tickets IN THE WORLD.
ALL OF THEM.
THERE ARE NONE LEFT.
NONE AT ALL.
THERE ARE NO TICKETS LEFT. YOU ALL GET NOTHING.
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Chthonic Irritations
In fairy tales, wolves eat grammar ( Read more... ) -
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I am watching the closing ceremony. Whyfore are the Petshop Boys riding phoenixes? I thought you could only get one ( Read more... ) -
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The problem with photography is that it is, at heart, always a lie. Snapshots from people's lives presented as if they leave captured some fundamental truth, something irrefutable, about an individual. As if the moment frozen was something to be remembered rather than forgotten instantly ( Read more... ) -
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All of this has happened before.
In the hills between the cities lie the towns of the dead. They say the lights in the hills are their souls, that faces smile and weep at the windows, that the treasures we mislay in life pave the streets.
It doesn't matter. No-one travels there now. -
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Today my form told me about their experiences reading Sherlock fanfiction. Their ages range from twelve to thirteen, their heights from miniscule to pipsqueak, and their sanity from shaky to batshit ( Read more... ) -
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I have been searching for my inner self a lot recently. It has been illuminating ( Read more... )