It's been a hectic year.


Passage Theory Passage TheoryPassage Theory
"I got this theory that life is like a passsage you go through. The white light people always remember seeing, that's in the passage. At the end the door is death. As you walk through the passage there are doors. Each door is a choice


Paris Sleeps"Does anybody else know about the Protocol?" Dellenbach is nervous, fidgeting. Outside the window Paris is dark and frigid. The City of Light is an ugly echo of its former self. People are afraid. You're afraid. Turning my attention back to Dellenbach, I tell him not to worry. Slowly and carefully enunciating each word, I tell him it will all be over. Soon.Paris Sleeps
Welcome. Welcome to a world beauty and corruption are valued above all else. The year. It doesn't matter. The setting, glass floors and a walled-in city. That doesn't matter either. You might want to think this


Memories of Primary SchoolI remember. This is five years ago. Standing on our school field. I remember how hot the sun was, how its heat seemed to pervade everything.Memories of Primary School
We're making markers. Measuring the distances between the planets. We get to Mars before we have to stop. This particular lesson we're supposed to learn has got to do with the vastness of space, about how it's all huge and empty, and how insignificant we are compared to it.
I don't know why. Why I remember it. I just do.
I remember coming to Sub-A a few weeks before it started. I remember having an interview with the principal, having to dra
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I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name.......
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Hell Yeah!!!
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Hell Yeah!!!
but quite like a weasel methinks.
Perhaps more like a whale.
a bit
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Hell Yeah!!!
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