• Vinyl

    It is expensive and inconvenient with a hint of nostalgia. But here we sit and listen to Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds On Jubilee street there was a girl named BeeShe had a history but she had no pastWhen they shut her down the Russians moved inAnd I’m to…

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  • First Love

    My first unrequited love kind of went like this. On a morning from a Bogart movieIn a country where they turn back timeYou go strolling through the crowd like Peter LorreContemplating a crimeShe comes out of the sun in a silk dress runningLike a watercolor in the rain And she…

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I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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