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'Of Thirds'

‘What, pray-tell; was His opinion on the matter?’

‘In the raiment of an absurd grin, he cast me an odd look and proclaimed that; “It was no matter of luck, only Time.”’

A chuckle to punctuate.

‘That sounds like him.’

’Doesn’t It?’

Death was passing the bottle back to the man as I sauntered in.

‘Come now, how was it?’

A disgruntled collapse, I fell into my third.

‘Surely not.’

A smirk twofold.

’I’m absolutely useless to Her, I swear. I come apart at the seams, over what would seem to some; the most innocuous detail.’

‘You do realise that’s part of why She likes you so much, do you not?’


’That’s all a bit paradoxical is it not?’

Two pair of raised eyebrows.


Eyes raised sharply heavenward in disgust.

‘Chivalry, for one who likes to perplex; you spend a lot of time falling upon your own sword.’

‘Just pass me the damnable bottle.’

The laughter of an amiable fit.

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I’m a Graphic Designer and aspiring Writer from Nelson, New Zealand, currently living in Sydney, Australia. I am passionate, energetic and driven. My work tends to focus on the expression of my energy, and the perception of the energies I feel, see in the light, the situations and the people around me.

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