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A River that runs through Egypt

September 16, 2008

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The scent of Chanel is actually whale shit, the partially undigested beaks of squids. As someone who would happily bathe in Chanel but wouldn’t be so keen on diving into a pool of partially digested squid beak this is a truth I’d rather not face up to. Sadly, not accepting a truth doesn’t make it […]

An Atheist’s Heaven

March 19, 2008

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So there’s this book, a big one, and it comes with a big comfy chair. And the big, big book has everything! Every teeny-weeny detail ever. But more than that, every detail is about you. Every moment of your life described from every single angle. Every utterance you ever made, every twist and turn of […]

God doesn’t need evidence

March 19, 2008

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“The Bible is the word of God. Why? Because, the Bible says that the Bible is the word of God”. There is no evidence , there is only faith, and so good Christians may proudly state: “I believe in something for which there is absolutely no evidence”. What about Evolution? Sure, it’s a cumulative process which […]

Rosy World, Cosy Room

February 16, 2008

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I’m feeling quietly fab at the moment, and I haven’t even been drinking, (Yaay!). The shockingly expensive chocolate box I bought myself today has been happily decimated and I’m feeling snug under an enormous duvet. (Outside of the duvet it’s about -13 degrees but I’m trying to ignore that bit). It’s a shame so much […]

Irresistible

February 6, 2008

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I’m in the shower on Saturday night and I know what I’m going to do. Know as I throw my head back, run my fingers through my hair,  let the hot water splash over my face. I don’t know who I’m going to let have me. I just know I want rougher hands to be here. […]

An UnQuiet Mind

January 31, 2008

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Dwelling in a hovel, paying rent to a slug. I never expected to be living the dream, but even the dream where I go to work naked and get eaten by my childhood rabbit would be preferable to the reality right now. I really hope reincarnation is real. I promise not to fuck the next […]

Do you Remember the First Time?

January 26, 2008

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“Hi Mr. Drayton, can I come in?” I smiled weakly, pushing my handbag back over my shoulder, hoping the request wouldn’t be turned down. Mr. Drayton took some time to answer. He glanced up and down the street, a little perplexed. He looked back at me, seeming surprised to see my eyes still fixed on […]