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Raiding Aucksfuck for beer and profits; LFM Galbraiths
So. Over this Christmas weekend coming up, I will be at my parents' place in Aucksfuck for a few days. I'm only in town for a few days HOWEVER I will mainly be free on Sunday the 26th and Monday the 27th. So I'm thinking in the least of hitting Galbraith's on Sunday, from mid-afternoon through until close or until I black out or something. People ( Read more... ) -
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hah hah hah, going through the old CircR photo archives this shit was eight years ago wat the fffffffffuck ha ha ha party
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So how did it end? Can you describe those final days?
Broken windows, and resting eyes.
Can you tell us what happened here?
They finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. That was the loophole, they found the Achilles heel and managed to strike it down.
At the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. Dormant but ( Read more... ) -
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What went down on the side of the road? What I saw at the edge of the sea only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow. What seeped out through the cracks of time? What sucks out the color in me? What awaits beyond infinity? Beyond and to all time I stand. Beyond and to all time I stand. What blew in with the great gale? What weighed down ( Read more... ) -
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We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons ( Read more... ) -
The End of an Era, the Farewell of Friends, and the Celebrations Thereof Arrising like a Phoenix fro
So, I'm getting a few free beers on Friday night in exchange for writing this, the email about the leaving drinks for the guys in the Custom Design department. At least I've secured the niche here as "the wordy fuck who writes the verbose emails".
Hark, Netregistry! Come, listen to my tale, my ode, my hymn to the two most illustrious titans of our ( Read more... ) -
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Now the radio stutters, snaps to life. Some sour song that sets it right ( Read more... )
