We have a new washing machine, I have some four-inch high Christmas trees, a 90s bomber jacket that looks like a 1945 bomber jacket and, combined with new corduroy shirt and pale jeans and biker boots makes me look "LIKE AN EXTRA FROM MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO" (ie, suitably like a rent boy), nothing is on fire, I just started my first ever actual legal ( Read more... )

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where the lodestone points

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Jewellery Post: Bridal Choker"I was ten, he picked me up like a fence post and lifted me over the drainage ditch in one swoop. For a minute I was pressed against the wool of his coat: he smelled of life and death all at once - the sweat of living in this uniform for weeks, the permeation of the ( Read more... )

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