I take photographs, I write poetry, slap-back pieces on civilisation and I'm currently writing my second novel.
Its Christmas. I have seen no family today: I’ve seen no Fiancee today, and I’ve opened no presents. I went to fork for a while, and afterwards took a massive ride through the city on my bike: amazed that there was nothing and nobody on the streets. George street was stagnant, I rolled through the street like it was a ghost town, I don’t remember the last time I was this free-minded. There was once a time, before now, when I felt beautiful despite the outer core (Pictures above dated 2008). That was the last time I felt like this. I have been listening to old recordings of when I played guitar confidently, and decided that because I no longer see “myself” in the songs, that I’m willing to share it all with you. I have uploaded a Zip Folder of my “album” to my website, and I believe that it’s a good enough Christmas Present for some of you.
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