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devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...

devogue 2nd January 2012, 08:32 AM I'm not changing a fucking word; I don't need your little critiques. Pah! :p The clouds were low, but the sun shone through like a Disney temptress, winking with lemon citrus spears of alien light, drenching my skin with bleach-like intensity, and showering its invisible pollen on my wife and children. And alien it certainly was. December 26th 2011 felt weird; it was strange sitting on a camp chair, on a beach, savouring jasmine scented air mingled with brine and sun block. I felt a bit like Nick Drake, but less suicidal. At one point I even turned to Arlene in a silent moment and said “Listen”...(what?)...”That's the sound of your dreams coming true”. She didn't call me a twat, though for once the oft-used insult would have been fully deserved.. The tide was coming in, pointless splishing and splashing that provided endless fun for children bereaved of a Dickensian world of cold and mud. In the distance was Little Barrier Island...