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Tuesday, March 31, 2020
kangaroo
in Arnhem land european ideas lose their winter fat. concepts sweat themselves down to the essential bare bones of survival. these decadent days live not from the skin of the land. there is no church building on sacred land. arnhem knows spirit older than what iberia has forgotten.
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Monday, March 30, 2020
signs cymbals dollars sense
the hunger of the capitalist jumps upon new tech and rapes it for extractible surplus value. however the capitalist has more than hunger and even obsolete tech has a niche. the metaphor is no prettier than the reality.
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Friday, March 27, 2020
faced directly arrogance is unperceived
London is a heaving mother ship of a city. the local pure bred in the room try to write us mutants off. there is no empathy for the indigenous here. abigail spouts off the nineties propaganda; the aboriginals did not put up any resistance, they did not have the tattoos and boats of the maori. the indigenous never displayed any symbols of culture of value to the conqueror. they ought to have eaten J. Banks. It is always what i could never have asked for that blows me off my feet.
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Thursday, March 26, 2020
invasion
when i was born a portal was opened up and out fell a new reality. they named it. they taught it to understand what all the symbols meant. they took an animal and baked it into a person. i side step the smoke screens and stare at the persons. they all watch the same channel and come away with different interpretations. they argue and fight until there is a massive reality that cannot be challenged. eventually they came upon another channel and release their massive upon the other, who did not need any injection of tea or tobacco or alcohol or renaissance art to feel anything worth the suffering. the massive gathers us all up and stand us to order, consume, produce, smile, and pay for food shelter, water, urination, entertainment and transport. the commons are uncommon. the cars of left to right more often than the page. persons scurry both ways, usually in pairs, all wrapped up to their chins pressed hard against sternums.
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Wednesday, March 25, 2020
don't overthink, think through
i'd be happy to be there when the world drags you down.
she'd obviously be off someplace else.
i would take off into the echoes of rubber over wet tarmac.
one day Holt swam off never to be seen again and soon thereafter they named a swimming pool after him.
going through the movements as expected is a delicate operation.
i am the frenzy and not the passive recording device. screw all expectations.
i don't want to be here raising my children.
i've heard that before.
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she'd obviously be off someplace else.
i would take off into the echoes of rubber over wet tarmac.
one day Holt swam off never to be seen again and soon thereafter they named a swimming pool after him.
going through the movements as expected is a delicate operation.
i am the frenzy and not the passive recording device. screw all expectations.
i don't want to be here raising my children.
i've heard that before.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
the sun makes pink merry against the wall
the noise of the world rings indecisively. there are no boundaries that cannot be redrawn, no foundations exempt from earthquake and no truth absolutely. i don't want to face it. trapped by indecision i search for pleasure in the inevitable. i am weighed down with a survival kit.
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Monday, March 23, 2020
you say you want to save humanity, but it's people you cannot stand
you stay at your post defending the dungeon. you only leave to go down to the river lee to purchase more potion to dull the pain of animal. you self medicate this taming medication to further the domestication of erection. correspondence continues to be exchanged. add another layer to the paper walled dungeon to keep the mind enclosed.
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Friday, March 20, 2020
satiate appetite
the kitchen dances to the animal desires. the music comes from the hips, the pelvis, the legs and tail. babes you are musically provocative. press that grapefruit and juice that orange. come over here and kiss me. why are you asking?
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Thursday, March 19, 2020
the desire to get in goes with being locked out
the boxes tick themselves. soon the administrations will simply dissolve in their obsolescence. absorbed into the citizens daily routine the institutions are oscillating public opinion. those who do not adapt quickly enough go the way of the bees.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2020
seppuku
the most important thing of all is to have a good cave. i don't care what anyone else says about the joys of nomadism. it needn't be a palace. simply disinfected of judgement for a clean self-disembowelment. the monster of selectivity grows within the gastro-intestinal narrative. cut it out. we see what happens to the cow bred for over milking and the prostitute for over sexing. the same caution must be observed with the writer in regards to over editing.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2020
no one at the gate
this attic us virtually a lock down. we are far enough away from the action and the weather is shit enough that the world retreats behind glass and mortar. silent soliloquy seeps into the surrounds. underneath the fingers are busy thrashing out the words not ready to be heard. the terms come down and the truth is far flung. i cast a cautionary glance over my shoulder. all these gestures solidifying into language in an already flowing discourse. you reflect what i am in case i don't know.
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Monday, March 16, 2020
we are the great gullible ones
Craig i tell you, sitting behind that blue bird of yours you could sell yourself, if only you would were a suit and shiny shoes instead of those om shakar pants and a vest so worn that it has become a one off.
what a clever biped you are. this may well be the traveller that i have dreaming of.
but you could be making money out of your über intellectual ways of existing as switched on substrate.
i want to be making community.
you can't make community. it is forced upon you when the conditions are ripe, well beyond our willing.
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what a clever biped you are. this may well be the traveller that i have dreaming of.
but you could be making money out of your über intellectual ways of existing as switched on substrate.
i want to be making community.
you can't make community. it is forced upon you when the conditions are ripe, well beyond our willing.
Friday, March 13, 2020
something beautiful something true
you do not have to go on holiday to chill out and have fun. take responsibility for your own emotional realm and transform the space in which you find yourself. examine the source of your desire to leave home. from where does it come? the flower dances across time.
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Thursday, March 12, 2020
as i crawl out of skin
how am i to do? i find myself in a superfluity of time heading in a singular direction. i have learnt that i can take this circus traveling so long as i can carry enough props. however i am still pushed out of the market place. the eyes keep looking for something to buy, but the package is not selling. i am ready to be picked as a garnish for those receptive enough to the fullness of subtleties.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2020
a walk over the hill; swan's way
community is needed to ward off the vices. the animal wanders toward derangement and madness. the tribe pulls us together and heals the sick in dance, ritual and sunsets. however every insanity has its kantian nest of clausality. one by one they all fall into bed together.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020
land grab is the white man's way
the stare is inherited. there is a room in kentish town where i like to type. i print out my section six and affix it to the door. gangs of kids roam the streets below. from the window i can see the wave coming up out of the capital to sweep us away.
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Monday, March 09, 2020
sleepless night
you should still go even when it is simply an impulse. step out amongst the people puking and dribbling, stumbling in and out of eye contact. you are my attraction distraction.
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Friday, March 06, 2020
der Untergang
the slow ground falls as the sun slides behind the clouds that sit upon the horizon. a whisper rides along the breeze. the bells are ringing out and the voices are singing out. the ceremonial cluster keeps the bones warm. we take our hands out of our pockets filled with romance and stowaway lives to bring them together and hum along with the universe.
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Thursday, March 05, 2020
i would not want to be a member of any group that would have me
Craig my dear you once where the suicide artist cum social fascist. why is the political distinct from the personal? i think if our politics were more personal, had more feeling, we would all be in a better State. who are those representatives of a number i cannot grasp in any real sense, there are nearly a thousand pages to Victor Hugo's Les Miserables, but there is five million in new south wales so is that more like a flake of flour in a kilogram bag? direct democracy now. i have not done all the paperwork required to push this through the machine. i get better results pushing my fingers through soil.
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Wednesday, March 04, 2020
fluxus mucus; merleau-ponty
Society is pragmatic. It is a sea of undulating flesh desperate to have done with stasis.
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Tuesday, March 03, 2020
hopeless wanker talk
if we are in an infinite universe and the possibilities within that are infinite, then can we thereby exclude a universe where infinity does not exist?
no no no. they are not mutually exclusive. why not a finite universe inside an infinite one? or even a universe where infinity does not exist alongside an infinite universe? under all possibilities upon what do you nail your logic hard and sound?
the quirks of language games.
indeed.
i have tiny ears.
yes, you could be a codeine addict.
i am all intensities.
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no no no. they are not mutually exclusive. why not a finite universe inside an infinite one? or even a universe where infinity does not exist alongside an infinite universe? under all possibilities upon what do you nail your logic hard and sound?
the quirks of language games.
indeed.
i have tiny ears.
yes, you could be a codeine addict.
i am all intensities.
Monday, March 02, 2020
if you're not vintage you're a catastrophe
the park ranger chases the trail bike across the marshes in a hatchback. the thought of stopping would not even cross the minds of the remotely homicidal. the west is invasive. it sits on your shoulder and tells you what to think. i had a great thought this morning on church street. of all the streets.
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