Life is just the novel you write on your coffee break. And your novel is just a collection of lies you'd like to remember. And all that you remember, is the distance from here, to then.
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- The Standard Operating Procedures
- The Things We Are Supposed To Be
- The Strangest Voice
- The Grinning Fool
- 27 Feb - Reading Live At NewClr In Johannesburg
- The Violent Peace
- The Day You Shot Me In The Back Of The Head
- The Stuff And The Things
- The Shot Stars
- I Wrote This For You. On Tour.
- The Things I Meant
- The Longest Shadow
- The Last Word
- The Billions Of Pieces
- An Object Of Beauty
- The Similarities Didn't Make Us The Same
- The Defect At The Heart Factory
- The Sun Will Freeze Before I Do
- The Tides Goes Out Like The Air In Your Lungs
- The Light From Frozen Graves
- The Storm Before The Calm
- The Things I Have Felt Have Torn Me Apart
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January
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- The Phantom Limbs
- The Expanding Distance Between Two Points
- The Unexplaining Of I Wrote This For You
- The Universe Will Take You
- The Missing Bread Crumbs
- The Morning Bell
- Kindness From Strangers
- The Final Exam
- The Start Of The World Wide War
- The Awkwardness Of Me
- The Correct And Proper Way To Feel
- The [CENSORED BY SOPA/PIPA]
- The Language Of Stars
- The Snow Falls On Forever (Hush)
- The Hate Feeds The Hate
- The War Against The Sea
- The Loneliest Personal Ad
- The State Of The Artist
- How We Won
- The Fractals Of Time Passing
- The Nature Of Science
- You Can Now Order I Wrote This For You From Pretty...
- The Breaking Of People
- The View From The Hospital
- The World Is A Monster
- The Feeling Of Someone Drawing You
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