strange days and clean slates

Ingimar's sweet, sweet photo's.

---- aussi;

http://thedoublecross.blogspot.com/

sadly leads to this:

http://bikelanediary.blogspot.com/2007/08/charlie-rip.html

....... :\ .......

R.I.P, buddy. at least he went out doing what he loved.

in other useless happenings,

-i still smell like a hiatus, which smells something like sunscreen, firewood, and unproductivity that successfully went unexplained.
-i got no pictures. WTF.
-im still reading about art cinema and trying not to mish mash it with post coloniality, ---- EXCESS.
-i still have an ever present beef with power, especially embodied in the form of boarder control. ....scoff.
-i have stalker-esque neighbours who feel taunted by the idea of my unexplained dissapearances.
-empathy for newly admitted students lost in oblivion, and people with holes in their mouth.
-pre-missing a certain newfie who is headed to the land of anti-rascism.
-thinking of conjuring up some really half assed summer highlights addition here soon; how else am i to reflect on past manglefests?
-loathing on the tame souls.
-loving on the thought of escapisms, nomadisms, and nostalgic lyrical content i used to dwell over not so long ago

if i ever get outta here
thought of giving it all away
to a registered charity, all i need is a pint a day
if i ever get outta here
if we ever get outta here



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