It’s 2am in the morning…
Hangover approaching…
It’s fucking crazy out there…
Video-cam-reality’s taken us hostage…
People-are-killing-each-other…
And yet it still feels okay…

Kinda…

>> Borsch, Vodka, Tears >>

Life seen through the debris of a vodka glass…
Through the green faerie haze…
Through the wormwood narcosis…

Melbourne’s best kept secret…
Well…
Maybe…
Not so secret…

105-grains-soaked-in-the-husky-tones-of-edith-piaf…
Candlelight…
Strangers…
Conversations…
Berlin…
Blue Angel…

Post-9/11-Partisan-World…
Digitized…
Sanitized…
damn…
Does it matter as the absinthe burns…
Takes your breath away…

>> Sublime >>

RESPITE FROM TODAY…
AND MAYBE TOMORROW...

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1. Some blog things
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3. Live In-Flight TV
4. Melbourne nights.
5. NOOOOOOooooo…my electricity bill!!! NOoooooo…