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Fame.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Being 14 was about on par with being invisible. A couple things happened that I was proud of; I got highest marks in my music year on a test, which went vastly unnoticed rather expectedly by the other students, but also by the teachers; I won an art competition which would mean that my winning [...]

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Gladiators.

Friday, June 25, 2010

On Saturday, as anyone who reads this enough will know, I have to turn 20. I have to because the laws of mathematics simply state it as fact. That the time I have occupied in our linier understanding, measured roughly by the number of rotations around the sun equals to 20. Short of killing myself, [...]

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Bishoprick.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Excited is me, as I read that Dawkins and Hitchens want to arrest the pope for crimes of aiding pedophiles. My first image was of them chasing him down the cobbled streets of Rome with tranquiliser dart guns, Benedict lifting his robes to round his ankles as he pants and swings his frail head round to [...]

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Gossip.

Monday, February 23, 2009

I walk in and buckle my knees to land into a wood chair. I fall back onto the cheap back and thrown my bag onto the table. My last lesson was psychology and all I got did was colour in every looped letter from page 391 to 396 of my text book. I suppose Freud [...]

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Bike.

Monday, February 9, 2009

It’s about 7 in the morning and I’m pushing untill my calf muscels burn. I’m fourteen. In my ears ring loud guitars. Anything less and I’d fall asleep on the handle bars. I’m pushing with legs on fire as the bitter wind pinches my cheeks. It’s going to take me an hour – it always [...]

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