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  • Words.

    Words. They are my medium of choice, being that my musical talent is non-existent. It was confirmed for me recently (though I’ve always had the sneaking suspicion) that words are perhaps the most dangerous weapons it is possible to lay one’s hand upon. When I write words, I am able to lay them out, to […]

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  • Coming Home

    I hate coming home. And by ‘home’, I mean the suburb I spent my high school years trapped in. My real home NOW means a rundown little place full of awesome people and containing my room, my livelihood. Here, in this pathetic little suburb where all the houses look identical (except that SUPER classy orange […]