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The whirling catastrophic world, continued down the path of utter destruction, until the day, when that short man said; 'enough'.


You know; ending school really isn't all that great. Oh don't get me wrong; the fact I don't have to go any more is simply amazing, but I guess I half expected myself to be more pleased?

In the meantime, drowning my sorrows, has more or less involved the same old things [and of course those few exceptions].

The same old Saga almost lived to see another day, just like the cockroach, it may never die.
The new shoes, enabled the constant beeping, the levels of exhaustion [circa 6.5] and the thirst for more.
Last minute running, to make unscheduled appointments and for the buying of a shimmering skin.
The 6.20am wakeup call; with all that frustration [and the side of bacon].
The end of the world, depicted with a happy ending.
The midnight madness as the twilight diminishes, and the new moon dawns.
The transfer; Specialist chemicals with a dash of desirable headphones in the office.


Bauhause, Jeanswest, 1ten1, Jag Jeans, Hoyts, Boost, Nandos, Coles, Springfield, Myer.

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