Beirut, Lebanon, 2006 -- The North Shore, Oahu, December 2009 -- Birds, boats, and past loves. Or, From Beirut to Bondi -- The thoughts your actions entertain. Or, My first impression -- There ain't no motive for this crime. Or, Welcome to paradise -- I know you are the one, yeah. Or, We can collide -- Addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Or, l don't even need your love -- Everything about this is real. Or, A history -- The joy formidable. Or, Here we are, in the dark -- No one laughs at God. Or, It ain't my backyard -- Don't you want to share the guilt? Or, Waves are oil; an interlude -- Fade into darkness. Or, Eddie -- Girls, we run this motherfucker. Or, A wander and an explanation -- You said that you could let it go. Or, A contest -- I found a wallet. Or, Back to town -- I let the bad ones in and the good ones go. Or, He wasn't here for a long time; he was here for a good time -- He came from the south of Sweden, he spoke just like a Dane. Or, V-co -- You are not invisible now, you just don't exist. Or, Surf houses: an interlude -- And now your world is here, watch it disappear. Or, Kai Garcia is a Zen thug. Or, Full consumption -- Let's go to the beach, each. Let's go get a wave. Or, Let's do this one last time -- Burn them bridges down to the ground because I won't be coming this way again. Or, a postscript.
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