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And From These Ashes....: .....Life is but a dream

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And From These Ashes. Wednesday 11 February 2009. Life is but a dream. Swirling just beneath the tightly controlled surface, making far more noise than the babble of socially acceptable mouth-woofs we are permitted to make in any given situation, a fractious army of disarrayed thoughts continually dares the face to say something catastrophically stupid. Every transaction is fraught. Can I call you “dad”? Is it okay if I call you "dad"? Okay, okay. I’m going, I’m going. Jesus. Yes, yes. Sorry, daddy.

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And From These Ashes....: One step beyond

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And From These Ashes. Friday 17 June 2011. I find myself with another dog, a welcome addition to the pack. Predominantly white, with some weird speckling beneath the surface, he’s (now) roughly six months old. Beautiful. He’s been with me for the best part of two months. I mean, he just turned up, he was here, waiting. 8230;and he’s still here now, rarely letting me out of his sight. Hello, Mr Man, I’m staying here now. Hello, Mr Dog, I’m so glad. What if I can’t hear what the people are saying? Some ver...

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And From These Ashes....: But they forgot about Torschlussangst

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And From These Ashes. Sunday 17 October 2010. But they forgot about Torschlussangst. Spotkajmy się w moim domu w niedzielę przed meczem. Those words (above) are to be found on billboards in the USA, apparently, although not so much in Polish as in English:. Let’s meet at my house Sunday before the game. Your skin may be crawling or your heart may be warmed or your gaze may be fixed on the distance. That’s. For a great big celestial punch in the face, followed by a severe – a. He will surely be saying,.

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And From These Ashes....: Coasting in neutral.....

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And From These Ashes. Thursday 16 June 2011. Sometimes - very rarely, but just sometimes - it's possible to stumble upon something that pierces the jaded, seen-it-all knowingness of the age and causes a shudder of outright revulsion. It’s quite hard to come by these things, unfortunately, as our digitally-enhanced desensitisation kicks in. As a plethora of warped imagery and sickly ideas bombard the fragile senses, disfiguring social and sexual expectations, the gap between "may I hold your hand? The man...

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And From These Ashes....: An unquiet grave

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And From These Ashes. Friday 1 July 2011. Try to stay calm, but I’ve finally been reunited with my belongings from Scotland. It’s been six and a half years. I didn’t realise I’d been in Ireland for so long. (Why did nobody tell me? They’ve been lying unused these past forevers, stacked in cupboards and the occasional spare room, listening out as a procession of gullible tenants slouched by in their dirty, dirty shoes. (What is wrong. And letters from decades. And who on earth. Seriously. Who were. Dear J...

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And From These Ashes....: This small light the moon bestows

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And From These Ashes. Thursday 13 September 2012. This small light the moon bestows. Do you remember my new dog (Lewis)? Here’s a picture to remind you - and please, just look. At how he loves me:. Well, he’s dead. He got hit by a car towards the end of last summer and was utterly, utterly mangled. How on earth. Oh violence, leave these shores. I made the rookie mistake of trusting a fellow human being and.well, it doesn’t really matter. It’s like trying to make out with a swastika. Who knew? This passin...

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And From These Ashes....: Oh music come.....

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And From These Ashes. Wednesday 22 June 2011. Good news: when I was very young I had a large collection of toy cars. (I may be unravelling here. Don’t worry, everything’s under control.) I would spend hours playing with these things. Days. I didn’t push them along the ground and say broom -. Have been superfluous - I simply ordered them in a meticulously straight line. Not just straight, you understand, but straight. Why don’t you run the cars down the yellow track, Jame? Or learn to live with regret.