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Landing Duck

A photo of a feathered friend in the process of landing. I like how it appears here. Sort of still, but also sort of in motion. I also like that the water is not heavily disturbed. I hope you enjoy.

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Melvins: Pinkus Abortion Technician Review

This review can be read on Cool Try. I recommend reading the other stuff that people are putting up there if you read this here. Anyway, here’s the review. —– Melvins are powering on with their abundance of Melvins albums … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 344: Spending Life on Hold

So much noise, so much wind. Inside I know that there is wind outside. I cannot feel it, but I can see its effects. Inside I can listen to the sound of people talking to other people. Voices bend into … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 94: It’s Time for the Almighty Cram

It’s the morning and I’m currently awake, hence my writing this. Surprising, I know. Still, it’s the first time in a while that I’ve been up and writing here as usually I do it in the evening as it’s a … Continue reading

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 88: My Inane Writing

If there is anything in this world that really grabs my goat, it’s a good pair of hands attached to an able body that is ready to spend some time grabbing goats that think it’s a good idea to be … Continue reading

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I was at Caulfield Park this afternoon, relaxing at the pond as I didn’t have anything to do at that point and I hadn’t been there for a while. Whilst I was there, I decided to take pictures┬áThe Daily Post‘s … Continue reading

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Once, in the fog of history, there was a man. His name was Fabian. You could say that Fabian was a man of some minor, miscellaneous quality. One day, he was sitting at his desk in his office of work, … Continue reading

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