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Is it easier, when starting something, to think about how it might end? "Finistere, to tear it down, start again, think about the love..." (Saint Etienne)

End of the line.
End of the family line.
End of the boy.
End of the track.
End of one train working.
End of the conversation.
End of some rope you hung.
End of a party.
End of the 80's.
End of the 90's.
End of the year.
End of a long hallway.
End of a movie.
End of tears and whining.
End of the bed.
End of everything you love.
End of Oh Inverted World by The Shins.
End of televised transmission.
End of The Chrysalids.
End of the world.
End of a summer holiday,.
End of your life.
End of applause.
End of a strange sickness.
End of a boring song.
End of a series of rituals involving blood.
End of an unhealthy obsession.
Ends in darkness.
End of fame and celebrity.
End of a sentence.
End of a dark trail through a dense forest.
End of a laughing fit.
End of one heart breaking.
End of blood flow.
End of your street.
End of a fucked up situation.
End of a good idea.
End of awkward sex.
End of a cigarette.
End of a bottle of whisky.
End of Australia.
End of the classic Beach Boys album, Pet Sounds.
End of influence, derived thought and art terrorism.
End of intimidation.
End of a show that never was one.
End of the night.
End of high school horror.
End of innocent giggles at the back of the bus.
End of autobiography.
End of privacy.
End of your sweet goodbye.
End of a sharp knife.
End of a gun.
End of a metal bar.
End of a baseball bat.
End of your so-called career.
End of adolescence.
End of hip activist culture.
End of youth and laughter.
End of the program.
End of sham marriages.
End of heightened sexual performance.
End of showiness and bravado.
End of closeted existence.
End of existence.
End of the road.
End of water.
End of a storm.
End of winter.
End of a heat wave in Adelaide.
End of that endless cold stare.
End of a flight from Europe.
End of your ongoing presence.
End of toxic waste and useless material.
End of denial.
End of a loveless relationship.
End of a friendship that was going nowhere.
End of a fight.
End of a country, a town, a city, a village.
End of the independent spirit.
End of apparent endless supplies of alcohol and party drugs.
End of Marguerite Duras.
End of a ghost story.
End of the Mardi Gras parade, 1996.
End of a long night of affection.
End of Canadian hospitality.
End of the affair.
End of a dream.
End of a bad dream.
End of your infuriating silence and harsh demands.
End of an epic ballad.
End of an overture.
End of a diminished chord.
End of a minor arrangement.
End of a verse which meets a chorus and moves to a bridge.
End of pop star life.
End of a job well done.
End of cash flow.
End of your coat dragging through the mud.
End of a long hard day at the office.
End of all energy supplies.
End of water.
Ends of the earth.
End of your patience.
End of your nerve.
End of a lease.
End of community spirit.
End of a dedication.
End of a telephone call that should never have been made.
End of credit.
End of general assumptions of guilt.
End of my generosity to you.
End of Derek Jarman's film The Last of England.
End of a nightmare.
End of a spool of film.
End of the ocean.
Ends of your fingers through my hair.
End of this deluded spiritual quest for enlightenment.
End to a night of desperate pleading.
End of somebody else's story.
End of The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths.
End of a painful interrogation.
End of being a spectator sport.
End of your first speaking part.
End of falling down.
End of falling in love.
End of your fist slamming into a concrete wall.
End of the word cunt-face ringing in my ears.
End of regret.
End of a children's play.
End of a full moon.
End of good versus evil.
End of living for nothing.
End of car ride to the middle of nowhere.


JASON