Rarely is there a time as simply sombre as the trip home from something wonderful. Nothing is so heavy as a return ticket.
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So to the person reading this — be proud of being human, the blood that runs through your veins, the heart
that is pumping in your chest.
Now i can say that i’m both the musician and the muse.
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A few things you can do to get in touch with your creative side, if it’s feeling out of reach.
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Your fortnightly recap of events on this little planet of ours, to keep you up-to-date and informed as quickly & easily as possible.
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Thank you to all who came out. You made me feel like maybe we could make a difference, and without that sort of hope none of us can survive.
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The quality of work we had to cut was pretty astounding, but I guess that’s a testament to the quality of the magazine itself.
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It is like a scrapbook filled with people, lessons, the sad times, the good times, art that I’ve created and collected, and art that was given to me.
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Your fortnightly recap of events on this little planet of ours, to keep you up-to-date and informed as quickly & easily as possible.
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em glasser blurs the lines between poetry and song, photography and music.
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A manifesto on faded lines, love for friendly figures and fear of the dark
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I wish my fear of stagnation wouldn’t collide so well with your stillness. Maybe then I wouldn’t need to drive around at night, spilling words, to feel like I’m moving.
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I tell flame-haired girls and golden bright boys that I love them, I’m rejected, and I heal.
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I never even considered that I had a problem, because well, this is just what everyone is doing, right?
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The mag is messy and unscripted. It feels like flickering red fluorescent lamps, skin creases and pimples, scabbed knees, wet hair, underwear, crooked teeth, glasses, odd angles and hysterical laughter.
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At 18 my mom was recently married children on the way / The home that she grew up is not the same as mine / The leisure they were given has never crossed my mind.
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This is more for me to know that someone besides myself understands what I was trying to talk about, which points I was trying to hit, because if someone knows then maybe I didn’t mess everything up, maybe I didn’t waste their time because I had something to say.
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Maybe, one day, she’d get out.
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