Today would have been my mothers birthday. Gihan Kerollos would have turned 54 were she not murdered by my father, her husband 6 years ago. I often wonder if any meaning could be found from an act of such senseless violence. Maybe it’s not that deep and the universe doesn’t care about what happens in […]
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Ouch fuck fuck fuck FUCK I lay on the ground groaning, suddenly aware that I had really fucked up this time. The security guard glared at me with a look that said ‘you really fucked it up this time’. What a year this has been. This time last year, I had finally moved to Bondi
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I really thought there wasn’t any point in trying I almost lost hope in myself as an artist. I thought there would be no point in continuing to sing in a world that just wanted to grind you down and squeeze out as much productivity out of you as it though you were worth. I
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A Beautiful Morning And doesn’t it just frustrate the sensibilities when you gaze upon a scene so beautiful it makes you cry. In a world full of shit. Like when the rain gently falls, and the sky lets the white rays peer through, and the resultant rays refract through the droplets hurtling in windscreens and
