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On Purpose

As a teenager, even when I professed to be nothing more than a drifter, aimlessly  meandering through life, I wasn’t really drifting because there was always a grand purpose forging the greater narrative of my existence. That purpose was music: … Continue reading

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One Of Our Friendly Counsellors Gave Him A Donut

I have many tireds. Nearly all of them. As though I am a magnet for tireds. Obviously I’d rather be a magnet for cake and chips and chocolate and other tasty things that begin with C. But I are what … Continue reading

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