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so look at that and marvel then, you bunch of fucking rats. i paid for this infernal journal and then when my pay thing elapsed, nothing at all changed. i'd chalk it up to donating to the community but look at the bloody community.
boiled sweets is coming out november 1st. i shan't pretend it's the best thing ever ever ever, but i think it's a nice idea. i go on and on and on about melbourne in it, but on the other hand, there's these fuckoff, erratic sociopath bits about booze and being into teenage girls. i guess the point is figuring out as to whether the author really actually gives a toss at all really about the city he keeps lecturing about, or whether it's just a diversion to alleviate the depression. i'm getting a thousand or so copies printed, that should be enough for no. 1.