Tag Archives: prahran

greville street.

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waiting for the train.

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cafe mornings.

  “Something that my hypnotherapist said…” I want not for your world absurd, watches, cufflinks and leather. Keep your perfectly ironed starched striped shirts that don’t enjoy the weather. “I think arrogance is healthy…” High profile campaigns will always wane … Continue reading

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high st.

 

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money, not jesus

  following homeless man taking loose steps down footpath playing the blues on his harmonica.. he’s wearing a blue Ford jumper stops to survey the damage on a blue Ford. Keeps on with the blues stopping at every metallic pole … Continue reading

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indulgence.

  moments of animalistic bliss where our bodies collide she was screaming things like FUCK, SHIT, JESUS & OH MY FUCKING GOD loud enough for people on the street to hear everything i thought they might call the cops found … Continue reading

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guitar portrait.

Me and Conrad smoked a magic cigarette in the park the other day. Afterwards I was having a pretty major guitar breakthrough whilst he was drawing. The whole fretboard really opened up and I felt liberated from the shackles of … Continue reading

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