I walk in on Caleb watching this compilation tape of women licking things, ice creams and lollipops and fruit and even one girl lapping happily at her mobile phone. I assume it’s hers. In contrast to some of his other peccadillos this one seems quite tame. I wonder out loud how such a thing gets made and he tells me reverently, these are women that he used to know, not girlfriends necessarily, or even good friends, just women that he knew. Apparently it reminds him that everyone’s the same. I don’t ask him how he made them do it.
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Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.
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