likewise...iii found a new respect for your work i couldnt sit and jerk no more your eyes had found your voice and i just couldnt sit any longer but now your ok and im ok about it all wont we just sit back and have another cuppa sipping back and chewing the fat and chewing the fat

found a new respect for your work chasing your kneck right into the woods push back through all those bushes to find that secret cave push back through all those bushes and into that secret cave whereabouts did he go in cappy whereabouts did he go in for i thought i saw a pussy cat where planes low flying perchance did swim

and for a moment i thought i had lost control, thought that i had lost it all. ahh a gasp of thought, just that slight clasp of mind and memory where there lies an elipses floating in that drying sign. caught inbetween the act of doing and that of initiation what eternity may pass between the act and realisation the signs and signals stopping and going in a series of tubes. electro-biological imaginings. hand reached out siezed throat and enclosed. second tightened. face faltered. breathing stopped, breathing started. limped in a pool of sweat blood and realisation.

some cool breeze swept past my kneck like a razor across my arm. jolting would have caused a sensory wound to the back of my head. this death wind passed by, accustomed if not expected. death hung about this place like the air itself. and the wind carried every scent of it. but death no longer chilled my spine. only escape would cause that. an insipid cruelty. the love of the system was so bent and strong that it was hate. an ungrateful love, from protection of an harmful love that existed outside its wall. the outside, the freedom that would have been the end of us all. there was nothing that would not tempt us and we would be all at it again. again and again. so it was better of to never set foot out there again. but it was all we ever thought about. never talked. but in here one learnt how to read minds.

she sopped over me. the sun sank into the sand. moments later i couldn't make out the horizon. crazily i looked about. panicked. perhaps even unplugged the telephone. then i saw a light in the distance. a horse trotting. no, perhaps it was canting. a small flickering light. and my mind, the fucking cowboy, came right on home. he had a plan. we had to bury the tatty. out in the sand. where the crabs can find her and no one else. they'll need dental records. yeh, that'd be it, they would have to dig up dentals. i think i can convince myself of that. it's like it always is. let nature take care of it and you do what you can. the sunburn tickled me over. i didnt notice my hands until the shovel was warm with my blood.

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  The French Recently I read some philosophy in French and I think that I was to try to write in French. Perhaps this will help me has to recall me. We will see. It is really a beautiful language. I am very sad that I forgot it. Such an amount of worse!  ¶ 1:20 pm 2 Comments

  man walks in don't want to cause a bum wrap my son but are those your knickers in a knot? knew a man once working on a novel it was always hard to get him off his pedestal would always be talking about himself and finding new and improved ways of writing about himself not that he put himself in the stories but rather found and inclusive subset of species in the fraudulent talking should be writing philosophy but took hacked up file some other sort of topping to go on this source ha get that funny one hey yeh dick sdiuc kkk sound chance are what are you up to or was that a sneak peek??? ocular fan-static get the job done but don't look back don't look back fantastic ocular implants but don't look back but don't look back cold have found some sort of wrestling match some sort of high. she sat right next to the dirty old slimy armrest tan and brown found those sighing breasts too much to bear the weight hi the weight found i so tiresome nearly split the bill and pit a new salami role in place. couldn't find the gear switch couldn't find the whole but wound up putting on a slippery dip once you told me how but that mouth kept on chuffing and i found the smoke was blowing out her nostrils as well as her ears the stuff was everywhere and it just made the room higher and higher no one dared look back now i was all or nothing and the smoke filled the room

fell into that spin that glow and friendly warmth
rising and rising never quite gliding  ¶ 1:16 pm 0 Comments

  t-shirt of love "you've pegged me all wrong!
i'm not the sort of guy who wears
t-shirts with really long and tedious
messages on them just to impress strangers
that may or may not walk by me in my travels
and want to one day be as cool as me
so as long as we have that all sorted
out i was wondering if perhaps you
could rip this shirt and fu..."  ¶ 1:06 pm 1 Comments

  The Red Wheelbarrow so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

- William Carlos Williams (1923)  ¶ 11:54 pm 0 Comments

  far too often
your sweet breezes
tantalize my
senses
or too little
may a need
go wanting
touching
my heart.  ¶ 10:10 pm 0 Comments

  FOI Why do so many australians vote for a government that wants nothing but to take away the civil duties and political rights that are currently bestowed upon every citizen? If these citizens do not want to partake in political activities, or figuratively wish "to keep their head in the sand" why do they even vote?

Not only does this government keep denying australian citizens information about themselves and how they are governed, the elected government manipulates the very political and social sphere it operates within, in the name of giving itself over to the people in a liberal political fashion. A liberal political ideology of minimal governmental control. How ironic under the patriot act.

Obviously politicians who wish to move the political sphere into the margins, or remove it altogther, do not want to keep their parliamnetary job. They don't want the dole, because that wont exist. They don't want a pension, that'll go too. So how will they survive? I hope they are doing a lot of big memorable favours for large exclusive multi-national corporations, because they will be the only things left to afford to upkeep the current lifestyles of australian politicians.  ¶ 2:54 pm 0 Comments

  in the moment sometimes it is not the things we grasp for that lift us but those that catch us on the way down  ¶ 10:01 am 2 Comments