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Nature Is A Language. Can’t You Read?
Thatcher’s dead, but I’m still not satisfied. I join her in the dirt, with broken promises and stars in my eyes, my dreams don’t cast shadows, and I live in a neighbourhood where good people don’t go. He joins me, and I smoke all his cigarettes, while we listen to The Smiths. He asks me…
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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Three
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World I saw one up close. It’s face was all mangled. It shuffled towards the car, not seeming to notice that we were going to hit it. It just stared at us, until it went under the car. Martin stared back. He didn’t even seem upset.…
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Princess
Princess of gold, Princess of depth, Princess of falling asleep, introspective and restricted, dreaming of days to come, celestial, finding solace in solitude, for a few seconds, that never hold their beauty, for long enough. Princess of faithful fantasies, Princess of self severity, Princess of passing out, after expending too much energy, trying to explain…
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Ella at The End Of The World – Episode Two
Read more of Ella at The End Of The World We’re in the woods. I can’t say where, because Martin thinks somebody might track us down and steal our supplies. I suppose it’s a fair point. He’s asleep right now. We decided to sleep in the car for tonight and figure things out properly tomorrow.…
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