Sydney

(This is intended as a spoken word poem, but I'm as-of-yet too reticent to film myself.) I’m Sydney intolerant. This city absorbs my warmth with its brick facades and through some silent alchemy spits it back at me, cold, lifeless. This city wakes me up at night with the brightness of its lights, empty promises, …

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US08

next to God of course America i am surprised as you were constantly devouring the secret of life sdrawkcab that you mistook it for faith upon which you built a machine with which to create Belief. And still, when your pillars of stability and osowonderous importance were struck down you did not falter to wage …