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Monthly Archives: April 2011
continuation of my fraction of a city series. to see the full set of images, click here.
Every Friday at 4.20pm, The Hempstore in downtown Auckland has a public anti-cannabis-prohibition-session. Activist signs get thrown in the ground, a joint gets rolled and subsequently passed around the circle of relaxed looking inner city dwellers. No-one pays much attention, … Continue reading
not programmed to love.
interview and book reading over some lazy, jazzy piano by steve allen. brilliant. beautiful.
personalgiggle is a great writer. Disappointment is a hilarious article.
I’m not sure I can summon the words to do Henry and my feelings for her and our friendship even remote justice. The beautiful and earnest light she shines into the dark, banal corners of normality, illuminated my mind and … Continue reading
i had a dream i was at my old primary school in the asphalt playground where we used to play handball an old lover of mine had been there and drawn beautiful images all over the ground with chalk just … Continue reading
In our backward world, money and greed have become power, but from its casted shadow grows a plastic flower and all the petals love you not. - jw
A colonial maze where there’s no confetti left to throw….