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Trapped on a labyrinth of vertical and yet seemly horizontal plains.  Steady steams of the strides of social affluent, interactions, full frontal assaults of perhaps lobotomised people who may or may not be able to appreciate each other. Ostensibly their capacity for differences are gleamed over as they pass each other by, ridged and tessellated, hesitations poised to an outstanding strands of a rhythmical no end. Exclamations points!  An allotment for time has a capacity and capillarity, peculiarity, it is not consistent, and perusal for a foreboding dawn, for it does sway and does not understand me. 

Flooding 2013

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Flood waters.. Ipswich, Brisbane.. Fires, Nature e.h.. Bitter sweet..
Some of the conversations that are sent between people are most amusing. could be considered crimes against well.. no not humanity, but good nature, you know..some times i wonder how some people have not landed themselves among-st the debris and floodwater and who’s brains and ethics and worthiness and goodwill has washed away.. . and maybe i now know where that term..  ‘I’ve got that sinking feeling’.. comes from.. must be when you are on poor soil or you have grenades with lose pins.. In your mouth, brain.. a combination of the two..

you know I really do wonder if some people were carrying around their luggage, or baggage .. is just knives.. because people sure do like to have digs at one another.. persistent little obtuse debates that  seem not really worthy of much more then observation, or  a chuckle. Ipswich, you make me laugh sometimes.

Ha, when I saw those satellite dishes in the waters I did think Beam me up Scottie. Also wore my hidden part of Icebergs shirt today, an ice-cream in the shape of iceberg. You have to see it to get it. Eh. I dig it.

collated a short film of the evolution of enveloped areas of Ipswich and it’s flooding stand points, vantage points. Stand out parts – ant on a tennis ball, the raging light pole and the bridge- epic. Plus the copious amount water you know. Image

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Short compilation of today

https://skydrive.live.com/?cid=a618fe91d8a7aadc&id=A618FE91D8A7AADC%21606&sff=1&authkey=!ABAJ-0KSmGrKma8

Some brains are awesome.

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  • Facebook Message from an awesome artist friend. K.S. 🙂 – Epic with Wax! and has an incredible brain. smile for the day, thank you, for making my boots a little lighter.  
  • “My word for the year is inspired by you! Spending time with you always leaves me longing to be more audacious! So now I am going to be more aware of trying to bring more audaciousness into my life and my work. Thank you for being such an inspiration. Xxx”
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    http://chasingpurpledreams.blogspot.com.au/
    K, poses a Question.. what’s your word for the year?

    entropy.  first word that came to mind.  – quantity specifying the amount of disorder or randomness in a system bearing energy or information.

    the greater the entropy, the less available the energy.

    Perhaps. It should be Lucid? . Like my belt says. Or ADVENTURE TIME!
    algebraic.
    . Adventure time.

Self Immolate

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15 March 2012

It’s a new kid strapped to a chain

and raised on the meat market.
Lost his way so he’s leaving his soul
star shaped candles
to travel and trace.
Needs and oiled skin
New like everyone and then the someones
developed and transparent
fueled
fused
soul catch fire.
Sepia.
Sensitive in his boots and bones
doused and drenched
bleached by,
fucked by
beseeched by
a society who pigeon wholes
who’s refusal to see
bombs colours
and perusal
this ambiguity
indignity
villainy
bomb diffuser
Reach for a book
read between the fucking lines
their lines
not the black and white
lies
courage and stories on the edges of pages
Prima Facie
Ripe for the picking for freedom
pluck the feathers of the carcase
chains are burdensome
beliefs can be like missiles
only a star set full
Leaves dust encrusted
so sick,
thick that iccarus combusted
you above
a catalyst
lit candles
self immobilization
self immolation 
no extinguishment.
projectile
washing washing washing
death. configuration, dis-configuration
cell for cell.
I see your face
Honor your Breath
Your freedom
Your courage
for what it was to be
your peace.