For I will always be
the music I have
the love I own
the plans I make
the thoughts I stop
the trips, the jinx of the great outside
the great british summer
and the comfort in return to the home.
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An enquiry into modern romance, postmodern humour, technological dependency, bourlesque, early morning or late night states, and, above all, the one truth that is the Internet.
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