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fifty-two fridays: week 17: asleep
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Fair warning, im probably not going to be quite as eloquent as i usually am here, that said, i might have just done. Ive been thinking about sleep and how every time you lay down its like kinda practising for death, in that when youre awake youre alive and when you arent, you go somewhere else. Sometimes its nowhere, sometimes its eden, and sometimes its hell. I guess it all depends on a "spot of mustard you had with dinner that night.". Fucked up, right? So yeah, hell, heaven, or whatever. Oh and a song?
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fifty-two fridays: week 50: sleep
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The last time i wrote about this topic, it was 2011. So much has changed in my life since then, you can view that post here. Sleep has always been difficult for me, for years i did with little, later i drank until i was able to pass out. these days i try to do my best to get what i can, without the aid of substances. it still comes with great difficulty. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie. Love of mine, some day you will die. But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark.
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fifty-two fridays: week 49: noise
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Just a little thing i did for the woman i love. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Patrick thomas brennan (dot) com. The couch is a lie. A pen a day. This day, in real life. Follow my blog with Bloglovin. All material © patrick brennan 2006 - 2013. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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fifty-two fridays: week 52: warrior
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It is, perhaps, fitting that after putting this post off for several weeks that i should be writing the closing entry of volume 4 tonight. Three years ago last friday night i ended a 12 year long drinking binge, not with a bang (as i has secretly expected) but a whisper. in this case the whisper being a glass of cheap riesling. Fooling anyone, i mostly just didn't want to make things more obvious than i needed to. Three years ago tonight i was laying either in my bed or on the bathroom floor unable to vo...
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fifty-two fridays: week 51: path
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Last week i met the newest addition to my family, Benjamin, my nephew. It struck home, again, last week - in one those moments, i got to hold a brand new person, who will never (hopefully) see me drunk, who will never know a world without internet or cellphones, an infant who very well could be alive at the turn of the next century. And his fingers are so tiny. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Patrick thomas brennan (dot) com. The couch is a lie. A pen a day.
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fifty-two fridays: week 48: invention
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The pen, or pencil. proof that they are, or can, be mightier than the sword. So much so that oppression resort to fighting them with guns and bullets - and they still lose. This isn't a holy war. Don't bring God into this,. This is fucking murder. Earlier this week in paris:. Wednesday, a black Citroen C3 drove up to the. Building in Rue Nicolas-Appert. Two masked gunmen, dressed in black and armed with Kalashnikov assault rifles got out and approached the offices. The men asked for the paper's editor St...
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aloquin: June 2013
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Sunday, June 16, 2013. When I first began talking with Patrick, I was captivated by how easy it was to just chat with him. He shared openly about his art and influences, and I hope my interview shows that he's a great guy who can draw really awesomely. Hi Patrick, can you tell us a little bit about yourself? Industrial art, welding, that sort of thing probably, I don’t see really much difference though; it’s all just physical interaction with a medium.". I didn’t. Decide, that is. When I wa...Indeed, and...
