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drops a level with each human downfall; legendary storeys proven deceptive, for we all enter and exit on a dirt floor scattered with inconsistencie..

They’ve been a sleazy bunch, this lot, but I trust them with my taxes [having no choice in this] and not to over-step the line, ..

The worlds we fashioned in Lego and Playmobil were reigned over by American kids with monkey wrench hands and Bruce Lee hair..

I think I desire to be an evil genius. Not a cartoon villain, sinister laughter dwindling to nothing in my basement of flamboyant gadget..

Today’s revolution Is tomorrow’s discarded generation. Cynicism is something none can afford; Empty the purse of apathy – b..

I walk with my eyes closed, groping at furniture memories; practicing for the curse I always knew would befall me. Empathising through imitatio..

Originally inspired by Elijah Wood's fate in the film 'The Ice Storm'...but I can't remember what happens. Anyone?

I The first of January drifted in, mundane as the milkman’s daily clinking, at some point between Auld Lang Syne and the joyful huggi..

Tomorrow or tomorrow… or tomorrow… a generation identifies more with Augustine’s less saintly phase than with J.C&r..

They laugh in bad taste at the crashed aeroplane, because they weren’t on it in celebration of life. They praise comedian bravery ..