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Category: Writing and Poetry
Some of these things are just too much for you to understand at this point. You’re just a little baby bird, after all. Hugo left the nest a while ago and you’re sitting there, stewing in your own thoughts. At some point, you are going to have to spread your wings, leave the nest. My friend from back home, he’s a honey bee. He waits and waits in the depths of the hive, lining up for his turn with t... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
It happens that, each year, when the whalers and the tradesmen return from their year of work, a local festival is held in the freshly harvested cornfields of my hometown. The town relaxes after straining to hold itself together for three seasons. My mother sells her flowers in a little stall on the edge of the festival thoroughfare. There is food and wine and indulgence, and there is music so lov... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Me, four of my friends, and a bloke I met recently were all hanging out behind a shop in a cardboard town. A black and white striped serpent rose from the dark grass and I was bestowed a sword. I beheaded it. In that moment another snake emerged, this time slightly larger. I passed it to my friend Dirty who beheaded it in turn. This went on and on, each time a larger Jörmungandr and each time a ne... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Dreamed that your blood type determined your visual experience of the world. Don't remember in what way it was effected, maybe like colour and orientation or something, but it was assigned in a way that was really intuitive to me at the time, for example someone with AB+ would see a combination of A+ and B+ etc. stuff like that. Same night, different dream: I was spiderman fighting a big goo monst... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
I dreamed I was on a railroad suspended on steel stilts over a foggy, bright industrial chasm. I was with two friends, let's call them Stephanie and Peace. Peace was driving us down the railroad, balancing a car's wheels on the tracks. When the car derailed we all jumped out and had to clamber our way forward, tightrope walking on the rails. I was the shakiest of the three, and had to crawl on my ... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Me and one of my old friends, let's call her Mahogany, were huddled in some strange, dusty studio. We were both in a sleeping bag together, and seemed to fall in and out of consciousness. We decorated the walls of the studio with paper cutouts and newspaper clippings with the psychic power of our hypnogogic state. I distinctly remember her saying she was jealous of my massive toned cyclist calves ... » Continue Reading
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
One of my friends, let's call them Patchy, died. They brained themselves with a meat cleaver. I replaced them at the glasses shop where they work. When I woke up I felt compelled to write a lament for them, before realising they weren't actually dead. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
The fire alarm is going off in the building across the street I think I smell smoke I think that the sky is black even though it's the middle of the day Fire is the fascist that speaks no language No- fascists use their myth of superiority to massacre us Fire is superior I think I see blazing red tongues licking scarlet lips I think I hear the screams of the damned on earth I look out my window » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Could I, the dodo, ever get around To telling you, the moa, how I feel We two are flightless birds that once abound But lineages have been made a meal And what a perfect couple we could make Despite our differential kinds of size I'll take the moa rowing on the lake And see Dark Emu reflect in your eyes The dodos mourn the moas infinite And in return the moas mourn as well But of a feather » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Like a Viking going from sauna to snow I watch all the Scream Kill Counts on Dead Meat And then binge Bluey on iview » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
You must know that you are, as well as a neuron in the river-brain of humanity, a singular creature made of finite flesh This knowledge binds you, obviously, but it should also free you Look at history like a game board, a map of places to explore History is still ongoing It seems trite But by definition you are free to go wherever you can go, free to do whatever you can do You are not Australian... » Continue Reading
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