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Friday, February 28, 2014
Sydney
I am an artist not a politician.
I survived lastnight.
Scurry from bunker to bunker to avoid the bombs cast in a low energy geurilla warfare tramping the city.
Very little to stop from sliding. The front wheel came right off. Fork plowed into pavement. Head and shoulder to follow thereafter in a tumble. Bike finished on top of person.
There is an Alpha-wide foil shortage. A descent into Hobbesian madness ensues.
What security blanket dreamscape is this claustrophobic mess? There is nothing lying in wait around the corner. No challenge, just the to do list.
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I survived lastnight.
Scurry from bunker to bunker to avoid the bombs cast in a low energy geurilla warfare tramping the city.
Very little to stop from sliding. The front wheel came right off. Fork plowed into pavement. Head and shoulder to follow thereafter in a tumble. Bike finished on top of person.
There is an Alpha-wide foil shortage. A descent into Hobbesian madness ensues.
What security blanket dreamscape is this claustrophobic mess? There is nothing lying in wait around the corner. No challenge, just the to do list.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Sydney
Blood red startup. red sky morning shepherds' warning. A quiet start, no plane within earshot. Therefore sleep in. A quiet day in the tower is a Melbourne-Brisbane overload. They call it a dust sotty storm with a colour gradient from bright red through to a vanilla cream dream. The eyes are adjusting no doubt. Weather predictions are folly I wait until I hear the roar of a jet engine. Others prefer to be scraped from pavement. Not I.
L.C.
10/1A Castelfield st
Bondi 2026
-Nothing To Steal Mate -
Digging down with Cigdem and the troops on a birthday party Saturday night. Zio the codge smoking bat with velvet cinoscape trans dream retro nightmare. Dark deep theories of witch hunting. The knights templar are behind anything bipartisan.
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L.C.
10/1A Castelfield st
Bondi 2026
-Nothing To Steal Mate -
Digging down with Cigdem and the troops on a birthday party Saturday night. Zio the codge smoking bat with velvet cinoscape trans dream retro nightmare. Dark deep theories of witch hunting. The knights templar are behind anything bipartisan.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Sydney
The confusion is an entertaining read so long as the reader can hold the ground from which in front of judge jury and executioner to tell them to go fuck themselves.
The cicadas pop out of their skins, something else for the roaches to run in. Birds make a killing and the cats come on real hard, nothing but morning winter suns to warm their jollies.
The radiation peters out round here in Wolli. Type mad any hour. No spoken word for hours on end. Bat away at the typewriter. The conversations strike a pose a rhythm whilst sitting bolt upright.
Warm cool hot gusty day. Venture outside into a consume-me-here-now-world of the private/public debacle space. Every little bit of that soy chai ends up on this page. Drink or drown.
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The cicadas pop out of their skins, something else for the roaches to run in. Birds make a killing and the cats come on real hard, nothing but morning winter suns to warm their jollies.
The radiation peters out round here in Wolli. Type mad any hour. No spoken word for hours on end. Bat away at the typewriter. The conversations strike a pose a rhythm whilst sitting bolt upright.
Warm cool hot gusty day. Venture outside into a consume-me-here-now-world of the private/public debacle space. Every little bit of that soy chai ends up on this page. Drink or drown.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Sydney
The instinct of the nomad claiming space as workable without monetry exchange is truly possible. Even the mild winter of the antipodean climate afford one the semblance of well washed and freshly clothed. All is a cheap trick to gather the confidence of some and the knowing smiles of others. Both prove useful in the continuation of successive lifestyle on the move.
Closing into an existence of commodification.
The flag read: no more bombs in Ukraine but many more to follow in your forehead.
No one wants to hear about the lies anymore. The cynic has won.
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Closing into an existence of commodification.
The flag read: no more bombs in Ukraine but many more to follow in your forehead.
No one wants to hear about the lies anymore. The cynic has won.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Sydney
I am going to get high because I enjoy it. I will drink because it tastes good. If the desire arises the body fulfills. As the desire is immediately fulfilled repetitively, as a child does when all is new in the world, then they may be called simple. When the body adjusts; when the body produces: waste. Then desire requires stringency and accuracy in order to be fulfilled. The arrangement is shifted and concept emerges as Taste.
Want. Consume. Death.
A warmer climate. Somewhere I don't need to change my clothes.
Everliegh markets; take all the good things and turn them to shit, like adding milk to a great big pot of black tea.
A fine climate, for one week in July we pretend there is a winter and don our jackets and beanies.
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Want. Consume. Death.
A warmer climate. Somewhere I don't need to change my clothes.
Everliegh markets; take all the good things and turn them to shit, like adding milk to a great big pot of black tea.
A fine climate, for one week in July we pretend there is a winter and don our jackets and beanies.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Sydney
Anna, Hugh, Christie drive by for a chance to meet. Claire itches to get out of her pants but the elastic holds.
Property owners round these parts can afford a little temperate rainforest in their backyards. 45 minutes from the CBD all they want to do is eat cake and save a little for justin. Here the bird whistle does not compete with rolling traffic nor trains nor buses. They protect their enclaves like first borns.
Chinatown excites me. The Sunday thrawl is overwhelming. The mix of street stalkers, Saturday night hangovers, the local traipsers, the penny pinchers, and tourists like ever. A bargain and an expense in one convenient location.
Residents adapt, mutancy shaping mutancy breeding amongst themselves. Take not of what is doen, never undo, but reinstall refresh and re-enliven.
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Property owners round these parts can afford a little temperate rainforest in their backyards. 45 minutes from the CBD all they want to do is eat cake and save a little for justin. Here the bird whistle does not compete with rolling traffic nor trains nor buses. They protect their enclaves like first borns.
Chinatown excites me. The Sunday thrawl is overwhelming. The mix of street stalkers, Saturday night hangovers, the local traipsers, the penny pinchers, and tourists like ever. A bargain and an expense in one convenient location.
Residents adapt, mutancy shaping mutancy breeding amongst themselves. Take not of what is doen, never undo, but reinstall refresh and re-enliven.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Sydney
The normalisation age is heightened. A state of teenage perplexity persists.
Another event another venue. Nothing happens sooner than later when it is either now or never. Especially so in this world of time is money and no one does for themselves.
Liver replacement all rough and disinfected bins.
This is the break and I will take it as strongly as it is served. Whatever sees itself in the path platter silverware or otherwise so long as kocher is observed.
Living on the subsistence of a good time.
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Another event another venue. Nothing happens sooner than later when it is either now or never. Especially so in this world of time is money and no one does for themselves.
Liver replacement all rough and disinfected bins.
This is the break and I will take it as strongly as it is served. Whatever sees itself in the path platter silverware or otherwise so long as kocher is observed.
Living on the subsistence of a good time.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Sydney
Writers talking about common problems as though city unity were thicker than a bunch of nomads plodding around in a room as big as one's imagination.
The conception crew never arrived.
The snow in London has a dire rainfall pattern for Sydney with bus strikes sending the drives onto the roads. People want to be able to get about with minimum fuss and as close to no cost as is convincable.
Broad smile coming in under the garage. Into the bunker for lockdown during tonight''s storm. Always a storm from the south east. It is spitting down now, caressing the burnt nape of the neck, cooling the tarmac and disturbing dust.
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The conception crew never arrived.
The snow in London has a dire rainfall pattern for Sydney with bus strikes sending the drives onto the roads. People want to be able to get about with minimum fuss and as close to no cost as is convincable.
Broad smile coming in under the garage. Into the bunker for lockdown during tonight''s storm. Always a storm from the south east. It is spitting down now, caressing the burnt nape of the neck, cooling the tarmac and disturbing dust.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Sydney
They totter around with chequered shirts and jeans boots and hats. The fashion of this country town where we be working.
Cycle from Blackheath to Katoomba on the Great Western. I love riding, it's the cars that get in the way of me having a good time.
The bakeries are swelling. Two fifty for a hot cross bun. Outright murder. May as well trade-in the second born.
The young fraughtlessly wreck themselves on the sharper edges of reality. This is where they are firmly lodged. They cannot upheave everything rhis lazy consciousness has drooled over.
The dick is always on the forehead of indifference.
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Cycle from Blackheath to Katoomba on the Great Western. I love riding, it's the cars that get in the way of me having a good time.
The bakeries are swelling. Two fifty for a hot cross bun. Outright murder. May as well trade-in the second born.
The young fraughtlessly wreck themselves on the sharper edges of reality. This is where they are firmly lodged. They cannot upheave everything rhis lazy consciousness has drooled over.
The dick is always on the forehead of indifference.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Sydney
Still lovely legs to look at through the willow and leaves on hot days in which grammar fades. Nothing hides over-heated flesh. on emore quick ejaculation before going downstairs for a feed.
Golden heels high to low and long dress. Shoulder length brown hair convention slipping by. Could not get a straighter bunch of rapists.
Tiny smile, furry eyebrows, nice calves.
Cycle over to Wolstonecraft. An unaffordable life of instigated wankerdom with the zest of making it by oneself. Here is the little plot of cityside - a manicured garden hovel.
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Golden heels high to low and long dress. Shoulder length brown hair convention slipping by. Could not get a straighter bunch of rapists.
Tiny smile, furry eyebrows, nice calves.
Cycle over to Wolstonecraft. An unaffordable life of instigated wankerdom with the zest of making it by oneself. Here is the little plot of cityside - a manicured garden hovel.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Sydney
Not every Sunday has to be the same. One does not have to buy groceries, fruit and veg, at the same place every week. Deal with the discrepancy.
Harden the fuck up or bleed to death trying. Consume and become as the continuing realm of consciousness negated.
Dinner and a show at no expense. Sure the mains were a bit salty and dessert lacked gluten, the show climax and perhaps the whole evening dragged on, but it was free.
Hugh is destroying the letter. Pint no.3 - this is an extended letter. Normally it does not take 3 joints to finish one page. But this is a page inbetween pages, between machines, between locals in one night. Burn the page down with the travelling salesman.
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Harden the fuck up or bleed to death trying. Consume and become as the continuing realm of consciousness negated.
Dinner and a show at no expense. Sure the mains were a bit salty and dessert lacked gluten, the show climax and perhaps the whole evening dragged on, but it was free.
Hugh is destroying the letter. Pint no.3 - this is an extended letter. Normally it does not take 3 joints to finish one page. But this is a page inbetween pages, between machines, between locals in one night. Burn the page down with the travelling salesman.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Sydney
I spent all this time creating a burrow to defend myself and now all I do is defend my burrow.
Tuna chunks in vegetable oil with tongs jammed in and an attached flipped lid. You have not heard of maggotsfield.
Potato bread in hand a seagull swoops in from behind and takes a chunk. Gamey fucking seagulls down at the Quay. Got out the umbrella and took ferocious swings.
I am so bad at trivia. I only remember everything from 1999. They cannot make good art every year. I am ovulating but I'm meant to be doing that. But I am on the pill and so when I stop halfway through and I start bleeding it is a bit of a worry.
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Tuna chunks in vegetable oil with tongs jammed in and an attached flipped lid. You have not heard of maggotsfield.
Potato bread in hand a seagull swoops in from behind and takes a chunk. Gamey fucking seagulls down at the Quay. Got out the umbrella and took ferocious swings.
I am so bad at trivia. I only remember everything from 1999. They cannot make good art every year. I am ovulating but I'm meant to be doing that. But I am on the pill and so when I stop halfway through and I start bleeding it is a bit of a worry.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Sydney
I awoke in an uncomfortable space and panic set in. My damned senses would not reach agreement and the ind wandered from the subject to the object. I sought refuge.
Need a jumper or jacket in the morning. But the day warms up after noon and stays at t-shirt weather until three. Evening sets in and this is as far as winter gets: August.
Slow eaters left at the table are smoked under and left to the washing up.
Community housing with a legislative loophole is the only affordable housing.
Everyone is an expert operator but no repairer.
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Need a jumper or jacket in the morning. But the day warms up after noon and stays at t-shirt weather until three. Evening sets in and this is as far as winter gets: August.
Slow eaters left at the table are smoked under and left to the washing up.
Community housing with a legislative loophole is the only affordable housing.
Everyone is an expert operator but no repairer.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Sydney
They want to tell a story, their story, the great tragi-rom-com-drama.
It is late. The walk is exuberant. Damaged gutters, mud filled doorways and damnable short-sighted pig-headedness.
Jodie must have them on stands. Everything is up for grabs. A real entertainer.
The city street scraper sits with a guitar in hand on the major key. The actor talkls of the walk and the rat seeks food, love and a warm spot.
Some nutbag locks himself in a room with crack: a canyon, a white powder, a space between two slabs of pavement from which your mother suffers severe back pain.
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It is late. The walk is exuberant. Damaged gutters, mud filled doorways and damnable short-sighted pig-headedness.
Jodie must have them on stands. Everything is up for grabs. A real entertainer.
The city street scraper sits with a guitar in hand on the major key. The actor talkls of the walk and the rat seeks food, love and a warm spot.
Some nutbag locks himself in a room with crack: a canyon, a white powder, a space between two slabs of pavement from which your mother suffers severe back pain.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Friday, February 07, 2014
Sartre
Sensitive co-conspirators pass through leaving a vast terrain of energetic absentia.
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Thursday, February 06, 2014
Wednesday, February 05, 2014
Slave
We are slaves to our own images of Masters. Awareness of ourselves via the projection of self-made representations.
A hand held to the head is global self defense.
Reification of perception is to be put to use by another perception.
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A hand held to the head is global self defense.
Reification of perception is to be put to use by another perception.
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
State
Population swell will see the return of small states, of city states.
The drive is on. The weather, the season, the advances the flashing flesh. Tension on the skin rises up into the hair. Anything is a target. One cannot miss. One needs only to shoot. To hit one is too miss another. A potential state.
The terrible by-product of the drone work is a drone world. No interesting enactment codes of conduct. If they too the shame and guilt away the work would be left undone.
I may be better of delving into the family for six months before fucking off.
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The drive is on. The weather, the season, the advances the flashing flesh. Tension on the skin rises up into the hair. Anything is a target. One cannot miss. One needs only to shoot. To hit one is too miss another. A potential state.
The terrible by-product of the drone work is a drone world. No interesting enactment codes of conduct. If they too the shame and guilt away the work would be left undone.
I may be better of delving into the family for six months before fucking off.
Monday, February 03, 2014
State
Gross incompetence in all fields are key to a system failure.
The machine is lumbersome and never tires. It takes up and spots out the tired and the worthy alike. Feeding on flesh and misdirected enthusiasm it crushes everything underfoot.
If you are not on top of it then it is on top of you.
Systemic: that which is done prior to as system in order to construct a system.
Systematic: that which is carried out within a system. The method produced by a system.
society is pragmatic. It is a sea of undulating flesh desperate to have done with stasis.
¶ 9:19 pm 0 Comments
The machine is lumbersome and never tires. It takes up and spots out the tired and the worthy alike. Feeding on flesh and misdirected enthusiasm it crushes everything underfoot.
If you are not on top of it then it is on top of you.
Systemic: that which is done prior to as system in order to construct a system.
Systematic: that which is carried out within a system. The method produced by a system.
society is pragmatic. It is a sea of undulating flesh desperate to have done with stasis.