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sombre nocturn sonata
releases uncontrollable sobs:

how i ache to dissolve into your soft embrace
when i have cast you into exile
and in my silence you cannot return

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Swimming out of Brisbane international into bladerunner stew; my body inseparable from the sticky air … into the aircon folds of a cab driven by a russsian-turkish-australian. He is a film student. Do you like Andre Tarkovsky? He kills the meter ( Read more... )

so the second major opportunity to experience a psy-trance festival in the southern hemisphere this summer has slipped by - leaving me thinking about how phenomenological life is. i have no idea what the frequency of the birds were that called (if they did at all) during the deep silence of the compositions, havnt the faintest idea about the pranic ( Read more... )

Pssst!!! Over here! Come join me a while in your blue chariot. I know, things have changed a lot, but don’t be scared. Be careful, I have never found getting in easy. That’s it, lower your head, stick your bum out and waddle beneath the thorny fingers of the makiet tree: how they hold you frozen in mid waddle and at every step force you to ask ( Read more... )

So where was I before the flight? Before it all began. We were documenting something: an event of social importance I think (was it something to do with an analysis of the sexual undercurrent of flying dreams and the paradox of patrony? - no that came later). Izzy, you were winning awards with little documentaries that you were making on the spot. ( Read more... )

And now Dad, I have escaped from your house. Rejected too - perhaps. It is much better here for me though; in this the little outhouse adjacent to your daughters, between the mountain and the sea. It is a place Jo keeps for just such a purpose. I am recovering from our conflict with regular swims and walks. It was inevitable, as we both have said. ( Read more... )

i was doin so well. not a moment of resentment that a flight out of melbourne could not be confirmed. i experienced relief even -  because i would be so frantic trying to organise the detour to earthcore. its also been so easy cause i didnt know anyone able to go - and then lil left a note under my door saying flying to melbourne t'morrow - give me ( Read more... )

A night of subverted intentions ( Read more... )

clackety clack clack ( Read more... )

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