Summer is quickly drawing to a close and it’s becoming more and more noticeable. As my alarm sounds its warning at 6.30am each weekday morning I notice that the sun is peeking its’ head up above the horizon more and more each day. The nights aren’t as long as they use to be, and while …
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Summer, Autumn, Winter
February 9, 2010 – 7:49 pm
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By Brodhe
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Tagged Blossoms, Drawing, Horizon, Hot Days, Sidewalk, Summer Autumn Winter, Sun, Sunburn, Sweat, Tans, Trees, Weekday Morning, Winter Summer
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Recommended Reading on Inconversible Thoughts
I’ve gone over my stats for the last however long, and come up with the 3 most popular articles on Inconversible Thoughts. Some of these aren’t that liked, but certainly got some readers attention. In order of popularity we have:
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October 11, 2009 – 2:43 pm
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By Brodhe
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Tagged Amp, Ink Bottles, King William Street, News Stories, Newspapers, Obesity, Patches, Popularity, Quills And Ink, Recommended Reading, School Shirt, Single Day, Sweat, Sweat Shirt, Time And Money, Traffic Lights, Train Station
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Calling in a Favour
As if I was standing in an operating room, a scalpel in my hand and a patient on the bed in front of me. The noise of 5 frantic nurses arond me was drowned out by the beep…beep…beep of the patients heartbeat being projected onto digital equipment. The beeps were rapid though, and erratic. Something …
June 14, 2009 – 11:56 am
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By Brodhe
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Tagged Airstrike, Beep Beep Beep, Beeps, Brow, Brown Hair, Favour, Hair Man, Heartbeat, Nurse, Nurses, Operating Room, Paddles, Point Of No Return, Rhythm, Scalpel, Silence, Sweat, Terrorist Groups, Thump Thump Thump, Viable Option
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Normalising Obesity: Why I Hate It
This morning while I was walking the 1.2km’s from the train station to my work, I was waiting at the traffic lights on King William Street when I saw this guy in front of me. He would of been about 16, a head shorter than myself, but about 3 times as wide. It was relatively cold, but I could see sweat patches on his school shirt, and he held a cigarette in his hand despite wheezing as he stood there.
At some point in his short life, surely he would have realised that he’s doing something wrong?