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Day Three Hundred and Eight - Sand
Bizarre circus muSic whirls amongst strange tongues and shuddering lurches of the train ( Read more... ) -
Day Two Hundred and Fifty Four - Parasites
What follows is the sole reason why dudes (particularly Patrick) are AWESOME!
patrick says:
what up
L. says:
Large Hadron Colliding!
L. says:
Word
patrick says:
that shit is whack
L. says:
Another World here we come!
patrick says:
it's going to start a resonance cascade
patrick says:
and the headcrabs will start coming
L. says:
Which was totally foreshadowed by ( Read more... ) -
Day One Hundred and Ten - Truth
There is of course an alternate story. One in which I take the Red pill and fall into a wonderland that needs no capitalisation.
I arrive early into Melbourne, my flight being smooth and slightly faster than expected. The friend I'm meeting isn't quite there yet, but that's ok because it gives me time to explore and time for the butterflies to ( Read more... ) -
Day One Hundred and Six - Hell
So. Melbourne ( Read more... ) -
Day Eighty Two - Dissatisfaction
In my village, golden fields of wheat stretch to the edges of vision, hemmed in by gentle rolling hills and shadowed in the North by the dark, Valmyran mountains, their black peaks frosted with white snow. When the soft winds of autumn blow from the east the fields become a honey coloured ocean, undulating plains rippling like waves, their whisper ( Read more... ) -
Day Seventy One - Viper
Two things:
I have returned.
I have come to the conclusion that time machines and dragonflies are linked somehow. More on this later.
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Day Forty Two - Postit
Late is the hour, so note to myself will suffice:
Scarecrow, golden field of wheat, fear, being watched, turning in the wind, the old country, the home land, mother land...etc
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