My favourite story about 'these people' in Melbourne, remains, a mate of mine were sitting on the steps of Flinders St Station... Flinders St, well its an interesting place, big old beautiful train station with a grand entrance, which is usually filled with vagrants and depresso teenagers, not to mention ice addicts, then just slightly in front are always business men with phones and then in amongst that crowd are always just people waiting for stuff to happen. THere's usually a healthy dose of people who busk in one form or another - there's a bagpiper who got his pipes stolen, and sat out the front for a month in a wheelchair saying 'help me get my pipes back', and at the end of the day he'd pack up and walk home... anyway, long story short, there's this guy who comes with an amplifier and yells at everyone - hell, it's prime pickings right? Suicidal teenagers, drug addicts, gluttonous business men, etc etc... And he'll stand there and preach/yell down the mic about hell and salvation and good and evil and right and wrong - sounds
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I dun think he likes me anymore tho... sad how some people can split up friendships like *snaps* that. Pity, was a real good mate at one stage. Yes, London would be fun and shits and giggles... hrm...
My dear Phoebe, should you ever happen to be in London for any period of time, would you perchance care to accompany me on a date of a romantic nature?
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I've seen pictures of Flinders St station :-)
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Yes, London would be fun and shits and giggles... hrm...
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Well? ;-)
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Fix up your grammar, and I might consider it...
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Love ya!
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love you too!
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but i'm still up for coffee :K
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