What about Ġorġ? - Glen Galea

March 28th, 2005

Introductory Excerpt

Talk about life being shitty. Rosman was having another of those deeply emotional days experiencing nothing more but what his friend Gorg called “fuckdom”.

Yes unfortunately this isn’t one of those uplifting stories for when one feels down, depressed and in serious distress; much like the protagonist’s emotional state right here. Additionally it might also be good for you to know upfront, that there’s no happy ending either, nonetheless stay tuned for the unexpected twist at the end.

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Being (Bringing it together) - Glen Galea

January 18th, 2005

In the midst of shadow, from within the dark grid streets walks an aged and withered figure. Reluctantly following her are other beings. These beings thread on the coarse asphalt but are projected from the soft areas of her vivid, schizophrenic self. Their existence is subtle and unseen to other people roaming the streets, however her overly loud daily routines are something very difficult to go by unnoticed.

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Adhesive - Glen Galea

February 26th, 2004

The darkness is magnificent. The suburban irregular lights on the circular horizon around me dot this otherwise perfect aura of black.

“I see a red dot and I want to paint it black. Another little white dot and I want it to turn black”

Woohoo no colours anymore as I rock soothingly, on a cold stone bench under the black abysses of the starry skies.

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An Exercise in Ranting - Glen Galea

February 8th, 2004

Damn life for being so short. Isn’t it just hateful the ever-going process of momentanosity. Fuck that. Every exquisite instant in this ocean of regularity, is marked by these engulfing better instances of highness. That is why we pursue life; that short moment of chocolate-aftertaste where your taste buds peak, that release of sexual intensity just before you come, and that split second where you let go of the smoke after a bucket or a drainer. We all are junkies, we all have our junk, and one type of gear I like to cook up is the act of ranting. Hmm yeah those are sure good things. I really owe it to the guy who came up with that thing. Or girl. Even though I seriously doubt a woman could have come up with that, oh yeah by the way I’ m talking about the invention of drainers not ranting; I’ m sure ranting was of pure feminine origin.

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