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Tuesday, June 30, 2020
más o menos
so nice to see you
so nice
oh yes
it would be so nice to see you again soon
see you
say bye bye
bye bye
again so nice to see you
so nice to see them
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so nice
oh yes
it would be so nice to see you again soon
see you
say bye bye
bye bye
again so nice to see you
so nice to see them
Monday, June 29, 2020
wilde
we are at war. children, artists, philosophers and the intelligentia are undertaking nuclear bunker construction workshops. duct tape has sold out down at the local general. everyone is sealing their windows. disable the capitalist machine by cutting the postal lines and shutting the shops. snow the village in with a productive local exchange into a deathly quiet. if the myth wants blood it will have it. i gaze up out at the world through my window every day and see chilly chilly sunsets. i won't be seeing red velvet hung.
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Friday, June 26, 2020
friendly morning doughboy needs a conference
there are the bach jottings and the shostakovich notes. rachmaninov shots and schnittke blots. all at your insistence. at first i gave them all up to you. i started sending copies i don't know when. around the time they started slipping into the alphabet books. the wild thing starts up on the baby acreage this tuesday. the big harvest days are coming. strike desire and make the heart sing.
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Thursday, June 25, 2020
Robert Anton WIlson
bin your buts you old troubled geezer. for you know if you don't they will end up coming out of a redfern kitchen tap. here i will give you this typewriter if you send letters to the post office box inscribed on its side.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2020
break the cycle focus on science
the agriculture spokesman down at the hawkesbury harvest says organics are the future. he wants to meet farmers and if ever he sees one he runs over and calls out to the farmer in some attempt at relation building because he wants to get a dollar a year out of each of them to collectively underwrite a leasehold on ruminant compacted land so as he can set about a process of soil rehabilitation whilst farming based on Steiner's principles further hashed out for the Australian context by Mollison and Holmgren. such a labour intensive massive could keep me still, but i am finding it hard to forget clapton square and kitty's attic flat post hackney riots twenty elevenish.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2020
simple enough physics equations
this concrete poetry with respiratory complications has the contract to write the state of environment chapter on the oz coastline. that's a lot of coastline for a mountain goat of a hop on hop off writer upon the homecoming. the legs are trained and i have an advance to acquire the necessities; boots made for walking and cameras for eyes. the old guard are not at all sure about our tactics. we are at war. i know i know. let me know when you are growing something over there in the foreign legion. i will see your post come in.
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Monday, June 22, 2020
eat your greens
i don't need ten copies of dark side and yet...what have you got ants in your pants?
we have got to go.
yeah i know.
if we want to stay the underdog Phd graduate on food security.
what measures are the council taking to prevent bio-terror threats targeting the food supply?
us babes, the new aristocrats, building a fermentation organics hub with a sweet meats breeding program.
yeah i know. it's just not very much though is it.
they don't think the threat is very big.
the don't think...ten copies...what is the egg man?
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we have got to go.
yeah i know.
if we want to stay the underdog Phd graduate on food security.
what measures are the council taking to prevent bio-terror threats targeting the food supply?
us babes, the new aristocrats, building a fermentation organics hub with a sweet meats breeding program.
yeah i know. it's just not very much though is it.
they don't think the threat is very big.
the don't think...ten copies...what is the egg man?
Friday, June 19, 2020
do you speak my language? he just smiled
A winnebago alpine 2435SL pulls up main street. i don't want to ask him why he stays where he stays with no working concept of downsize, declutter or decolonize. he is vaccinating the countryside. if i were to follow the money i would be lead along some trail ending in kafka's ministry of finance. he is a hair on the back of the beast. now he is asking me for a sandwich.
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Thursday, June 18, 2020
dribble tribunal
breakfast today is coffee bread eggs and kombucha. i have travelled an hour and a half to go to class. i would not choose that existence again lightly. the labour goes out and the money comes in to go back out because we all have to be somewhere. this existing caper is expensive.
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Wednesday, June 17, 2020
unravelling
i have already met the neighbor punching through flyscreens inspired by a notice to vacate, i won't say slid under the door, rather nailed to it. stapled really. i suggest a walk south from prospect toward pemulwuy dam to get out from under the laser sights of the passing juggernauts. cool off our hot heads before they unscrew.
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Tuesday, June 16, 2020
i get it all down on paper
the usual crowd saunters into the cafe umming and ahhing about the new little combo outdoor piazza. i sit in the usual sun spot in case someone needs a driver. edwina is totally reliant upon charity. she sits upon highly contested ground with her stones to trade for zen food. she recognizes me know. the first words were a rant to disarm the judgement machine. don't ask me questions. i am fit. i could swim the river, run a mile, climb a mountain just to flee from you. i am stuck enough in the hole i had contracted out to cubbies for a hasty and botched completion but they didn't even get that far. i am so tired of all of this. it is stupid. i just do not care for power instinct structures. there i said it. put it in your head and let it ferment.
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Monday, June 15, 2020
katoomba
after numerous regimes we are still on the trail of meaning. we have these alphabets with madness. we have a rule book of themes dreams and schemes but no one seems to adhere. yet another ceremony of kitchen welcoming. how many more kitchens to come? don't tell me, you ought to be writing a letter to him yourself.
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Friday, June 12, 2020
words: a little self indulgence
i wait outside for the spring sushi has the announcement comes over the airwaves; these moments for a little space in time of consciousness to exploit up on stage with all those around in part participating are still up for tenure. no yoyo in public.
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Thursday, June 11, 2020
does she cry out?
Craig thinks he has worked something out. a brand new sound so loud you can run around with your punk like you've no time for messing around with just a pair of legs and come home and dance some more. that's love babes. so he says leave it with him, he is at it, songwriting again. until he is worn out. until he is a lazy sympathizer. until he cannot even make coffee. until he is a middle class anarchist. until he is pissed and destroys sense. until mos comes in and lays down the law.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2020
supongo que
you think you are useful to us, go wild us a shed. we have enough organic black tea here to sit us through watching you work. remember frankie, she went off and had wild years as a concubine to a sub-continental prince, well she'll be here for dinner and i need to give rubee a bath before that.
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Tuesday, June 09, 2020
toujours en fait en fait
i walk between the double level cauldrons toward a split morning shift with irene. coffee croissant and a letter to you all down the hatch before we opens the front door. i weave a ribbon through the shufflers and the splutterers. have you got a second. all out of time guv. the face mask is sliding off. not far now. escape within sight. behind those shop windows is a straight jacket that will get me through the next eight hours.
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Monday, June 08, 2020
what we have is hope
what have i said or done? what is it about you that really has a hold on me? i feel as though we had passed a few days together in barcelona. but that was only on paper. time out of joint. so long as the neo liberalists are negotiating amongst themselves and there is a clear cut minimum wage then the animal classes will keep hatching out. and i could not get my shit together. i throw stones and take off for the woods.
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Friday, June 05, 2020
blossom dearie
let us get out of this spew pit where they still prattle on about the evolved natures that ruthlessly pursue colonialism through concepts of land as cow to be milked out of existence. it ain't going to be easy. if we don't make murderers out of each other then together we can swim up river where the wild flowers do grow.
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Thursday, June 04, 2020
for what are civilians?
the eyes of a young author behind the bar went dancing in mine. he said, babes take a chance with me from here to eternity. i laughed and said don't bother me. when i did think on it, behind the olivetti in a salted sky, that bird had flown.
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Wednesday, June 03, 2020
hominy
Double level cauldrons dispense pastries. it is cold enough for a wrist warmer, but i don't have one. a daisy stands in a jar by the door. there are thousands of platos out there keeping separate ledgers, but i have not met one on these streets where a sedan is parked in a taxi zone and a pram has come to rest against the gutter. a poor imitation of south london hillside.
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Tuesday, June 02, 2020
die in a ditch
if you are going to be the next oz joan of arc and lead these plebs to victory then you had better get a hold of cholesterol for beginners, atlas shrugged, no such rubbish relocationistas and phenomenology of perception. there is a spot by the window where the council worker they've got on me like a terrier on a fox who is far smarter than i with a cold ruthless precision takes lunch on the sunny side of monday where you could get the required reading done, a flat white and a wholemeal sandwich.
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Monday, June 01, 2020
blue rinse with fluro pink flicks
irene keeps the hair cut joint. most people she says round here save their hate to vent out one day in every seven. do they call it a sabbath i ask? i just had this guy up my arse all the way into town. but when irene is here cutting hair it seems the world can do her no harm. kid farm logics, they do building and decorating and garden and organic shamanics. they would probably take you on.
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