Four more hours gripping this angry machine. Sweating in the bitter cold.
| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| Four more hours. |
| By Ross Mackenzie |
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Four more hours. Four more hours gripping this angry machine. Sweating in the bitter cold. |
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| Five days a week for six years. Dismantling a forest for 300 bucks a week. So I can pay the rent and feed the body. But just four more hours and it's over for ever. I pack my bag and leave the forest, forever? |
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| Six years of dreaming of pristine pacific beaches, heaving party streets in new Europa. The Mediterranean, Berlin, New York City, nightime in Montmarte, Rio De Janeiro, Phuket, Cali-fornia, ten thousand billion flickering lights in the whole worlds night, mine to finally see. |
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| Dawn tommorow the journey begins, I hope this fire will burn forever. |
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