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A Lament
He hated me before the end. Whether it was genuine or not is something I will never know. If it was genuine then does the end period of mistrust and anger supersede...
SXE-From Subculture to Religion
INTRODUCTION Out of Step It’s 1982. In downtown Washington D.C, outside one of the scum-ridden night haunts, there is a mass of shaven-headed youths. The majority...
Kreka, Estonia.
On the ground there lies six-feet of packed snow; and darkness like something out of the Old Testament looms overhead with the coming of night. Smoke billows from...
Turkish Gangsters and Hardcore
When Turkish Gangsters Run a Hardcore Show in Bochum Hardcore shows usually result in one sort of tale or other being told afterwards. Each country seemingly runs...
A Night and a Day with the NHS
By four-thirty I was in bed writhing from side to side. My legs were drenched in sweat. As the night set in, my chest felt like it had run aground on a reef of...
NOVELLA TEASER 1
(warning: The following extract is from a Novella currently undergoing completion. The following piece MAY NOT be republished in any form without expressed written...
Melbourne Diary 2011
It comes in a deluge, this rain of shallow pride. This night is no different. The nights have not changed. They still shuffle in with the gaudy faux fur and heels...
Lower East Side Diary 2010
I cannot bare the sweat of this world that forever glugs and chokes. It pours out of the Lower East Side like a virus, from the bars and night haunts of the...
Brooklyn Diary 2010
In Brooklyn it’s burning. The heat is swelling and the sweat is dripping. The mind runs amok in the fevered thoughts of the weak as plans are made and then...
Frankfurt Diary 2010
Wedged in between the Sex Halls and Neon Cinemas of Cock Suckers were the Kebab Stands, manned by the dark haired grunts of some long forgotten Arabian backwater....
Berlin Diary 2009
My children will remember me, and their children may look upon me while i still walk the earth, and perhaps my name will pass on again to the children who follow,...
New York Diary 2009
NEW YORK When I first ventured to New York I couldn’t stem the tide of misgivings I had about Australia and more directly my own generation. In my mind everyone...