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Portrait of a commuter.You're just a guy, standing at a train station and the person next to you coughs, and straight away it reminds you of the flu you had at Christmas time, right in the middle of all that glorious weather and there you are, wrapped up in the bedclothes at your old house, running the hot water tap cold just for the feeling of it across your hands, back when you were someone else and you were sure as hell happier being someone else because they at least knew themselves, they were never slowed, not by transition nor indifference nor by deceit or a lack of mercy or remorse or even fear, they were never slowed until you came into the picture, with bi Portrait of a commuter.
in Perspectives on 8/10/07
ElsieIt starts quietly, the soft surgical clatter of steel on steel muffled by the door you already know is too thick to break down. Your bruised knuckles remember trying. It starts quietly, but to you, all alone now, the absence of other sound makes it deafening. Still it seems like insufficient outcry. Behind that door, the other girl is about to get murdered. You think her name was Claire. Is Claire.       In the past you'd entertained vague notions of what you might do if you were ever abducted. You'd try talking to them, you thought. If you knew them maybe it wouldn't be so frightening, maybe they wouldn't hurt y Elsie
in Perspectives on 11/16/06
Pantoum attemptI think maybe I knew her, once  Before there were bones in her smile  Something passed between us  People fall in love with ideas of people   
Before there were bones in her smile  Maybe I could have done something  People fall in love with ideas of people  At night, when the walls are dark   
Maybe I could have done something  She became an abstract occurring  At night, when the walls are dark  Not now as she was then   
She became an abstract occurring  Somewhere in between sleep  Not now as she was then  It was an ideal we never met   
Somew Pantoum attempt
in Fixed on 11/16/06
CouchHe sleeps on the couch almost every night now. She is gone, barely comes back here, but the room has long stopped being theirs, and remains hers. He remembers the night she left, the way her words hung in the air, sank into the walls. Left their scent.   
In between the static glow of the television and the feel of lukewarm ceramic mug against his fingers, he wonders if he'd always had this...in-between within him. He remembers vaguely similar sensations, but only ever as transitory things, a quiet between moments. Never before has it held any permanence.   
Really he doesn't even miss her. Her reasons were good ones, and Couch
in Perspectives on 11/16/06
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Goodbye to Adelaide.

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 3, 2007, 7:14 AM
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: The Amenta - Nihil
  • Reading: Eric Brown - Penumbra
I shouldn't trust myself with these decisions.

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  • Current Age: 23
  • Current Residence: Melbourne
  • Interests: Writing, music, rats on the backs of cats.
  • Favourite movie: Waking Life, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Amelie.
  • Favourite band or musician: Changes every day.
  • Favourite genre of music: Metal / drone / electronic / experimental / classical.
  • Favourite poet or writer: John Birmingham, Iain Banks, Richard Morgan, Terry Pratchett, Hunter S Thompson, Franz Kafka.

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~electric-ice:iconelectric-ice: Nov 16, 2006, 5:45:28 AM
w00t!! glad you've joined the exciting dA-ness

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