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The part of the city where the cash registers che...ching the loudest.
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I was born in a desert. And then told. Go on kid. Your on your own.
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Down by the dockside, one evening so fair. To view the salt waters and take in the salt air.
bren mulcahy:
One minute I was watching the sunset. The next, I was coming to. Lying on the ground. My body convulsing.
bren mulcahy:
It's true. There are times when I think about the world being on fire.
bren mulcahy:
It took time and patience, but slowly, I began to believe in words again.
bren mulcahy:
I want to get drunk here, just as my ancestors got drunk here, before me.
bren mulcahy:
I liked thinking about the sun. How it destroys anything that comes close to it.
bren mulcahy:
I don't know what is going to happen in the future. All I know is right now.
bren mulcahy:
That's my low self-esteem, you son of a bitch. I earned every bit of it. And, would rather hold onto it, thank you very much.
bren mulcahy:
I want more. More. Always. Until it is all gone. Until I feel my burning heart.
bren mulcahy:
I wanted to turn my shitty tower block into an impressionist painting.
bren mulcahy:
I only felt at ease when everything was upside down.
bren mulcahy:
Those cranes used to do something. A long, long time ago in a galaxy very far away.
bren mulcahy:
I was lucky that, somehow, along the way, I learned how to be grateful.
bren mulcahy:
You are not the same man that you were 10 years ago. Damn right.
bren mulcahy:
Death is coming. All your suffering will finally end.
bren mulcahy:
Don't pay attention to the phonys, even though the world is full of them.
bren mulcahy:
I want to be saturated. Overwhelmed.
bren mulcahy:
The future. Kandinsky was right. The answers are to be found in the future.
bren mulcahy:
The world floats by me sometimes.
bren mulcahy:
My problem is that I can't cope with nice things coming to an end.
bren mulcahy:
I finished my shift and sat down by the old docks. How was I to know that I would encounter eternity.
bren mulcahy:
I love how everything can be so calm, just before it is destroyed.
bren mulcahy:
Can you ever recover from being a murderer. Only if you are lucky enough to meet the Lord along the galactic highway.
bren mulcahy:
I can sometimes long for how things used to be, but am always disappointed when I am given the past.
bren mulcahy:
The metal crocodile.
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Pearl necklace.
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I know longer know what the future holds and it is indescribably wonderful.
bren mulcahy:
London after the third Great Fire.
