I go to France to escape, but what exactly?
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Summer time is when we make myths, or whatever. Or stories are our gay science.
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I used to blow up all my problems into huge mountains. Now I just walk. And sometimes I trip over my feet.
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On the struggles to get into the habits of writing & some practical advice
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Summer was meant to be for shaking off the dust. But God has forsaken us to tepid grey, aside from these last few days.
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a swerve through experiences
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here's a poem I once wrote about that lolloping bleached catastrophe
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Part One
On doing and not doing shit.
Some overheated delirium for your in-tray at the start of this 40 degree wave
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Some reading to keep you ticking over
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a review of Succession Season 3 and the limits to story