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THE LIVING JUICE: October 2009
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Monday, October 19, 2009. 8216;I’m sorry.’ She whispers softly beneath her breath. She is standing just meters in front of me, her hands hug her thin and unique body, her face, without expression is soft and delicate. 8216;I was confused, I’m sorry, I was scared.’. Fuck where did she go, WHERE DID SHE GO! My heart races and my throat chokes. I lay awake, it’s dark. My sweat grows cold and I reach to the end of the small and lonely bed for a blanket. Quiet rooster, quiet!
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THE LIVING JUICE: Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 6
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 6. A few weeks have passed since that ordeal and the river. Of course, the indestructible aluminium hull has since been at the welders’ joint having a hole patched. Suppose it wasn’t all that indestructible after all. The leak however, appeared after a raging stomp out at the oyster farm. The Boss, well intoxicated, went on another demonstration with a few folks from town. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Friday, November 7, 2008 8:54 PM. California, Here I (do not) Come! I hate to go from talking about gay marriage to talking about my mom, but I think it would have been awkward to start with her and move on to gay marriage. I love you guys too! Onclick="window.open('https:/ www.blogger.com/comment.g? I am taylor made. Old Friend, They Told Me You Were Dead:. Existentialism On Monday Night:. Due For A Miracle:. A Cause - And A Girl - I Can Get Behind:. As Soon As It Begins.:. Can You Point Me To The Bar?
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THE LIVING JUICE: November 2009
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Monday, November 30, 2009. Numbers and stuff. update cheat. 32 number of days I've been walking for. 564 number of kilometres walked. 401 number of kilometres to go before I see the end! 4 number of tigersnakes that have scared the shit out of me, as I've almost stepped on them. So pretty much, thats my weak excuse for not being in contact with the blogging world. :). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Drive - Part 1. Welcome - Part 2. The Parasite - Part 3. The Boss - Part 5.
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THE LIVING JUICE: Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 2
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Tuesday, March 3, 2009. Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 2. Colby was out cooking up some toast in the kitchenette when I awoke. The air was already hot in the small donga accommodation and I threw off the single sheet restlessly. It is the only protection from the busted up fan which spins methodically throughout the night. Really was it that early? The blood started pumping though my body - adrenaline. Hell, I wonder what it could be? You beauty, I thought to myself and ...
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THE LIVING JUICE: July 2009
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Wednesday, July 15, 2009. Where in the hell. Well let me try answer that for you. I am currently residing amongst an endless series of shanty cupboards and shady looking gypsies. I'm somewhere in Cambodia. Peace fellow people. I will write again when I get a decent keyboard. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Drive - Part 1. Welcome - Part 2. The Parasite - Part 3. A Hint Of Tits - Part 4. The Boss - Part 5. Dear Mum - Part 6. The Road, Australia. View my complete profile.
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THE LIVING JUICE: June 2010
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. Photo: Mark Roy Coddington. Art Director and Author, Perth. I was hanging half out the door with my rucksack in the left hand, and a rosewood ukulele in the other when the car begun to roll away, mother in her usual fashion screamed her goodbyes from the window and it was over. I was leaving home. Again. So, once again I find myself sitting in a queue waiting for an airplane out. 8220;You’ll be right kid”, her salted tongue rasped. If that was the cas...
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THE LIVING JUICE: The Girl With A Tattoo Of A Gypsy
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Friday, October 9, 2009. The Girl With A Tattoo Of A Gypsy. 8216;I can’t read palms’, she frowns as I draw my hand away, ‘anyway that’s your past, this is your future’. She points to my opposing hand; suddenly I feel a burning pass over me. I hide my hand like a murderer hiding a weapon – did she see the darkness in those veins, did she sense that foul aura – if only I could get rid of my hand – no, not here I couldn’t, I best keep it behind me. 8216;Which way are we going?
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THE LIVING JUICE: A missing link...
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Tuesday, June 29, 2010. Photo: Mark Roy Coddington. Art Director and Author, Perth. I was hanging half out the door with my rucksack in the left hand, and a rosewood ukulele in the other when the car begun to roll away, mother in her usual fashion screamed her goodbyes from the window and it was over. I was leaving home. Again. So, once again I find myself sitting in a queue waiting for an airplane out. 8220;You’ll be right kid”, her salted tongue rasped. If that was the cas...
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THE LIVING JUICE: Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 3
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PUSHING OFF INTO THE UNKNOWN. Tuesday, March 17, 2009. Midwest Depravity - Carnarvon Part 3. The tall white 4x4 ute comes barrelling down the highway, holding about 120 kilometres and hour, it’s inertia blows up dust as it passes. From inside the cab, the Parasite sucks eagerly at the poisonous port sack, then takes out his rifle from behind the front seat and loads some live shells into the chamber and cocks the level under the trigger. 8220;Stop the ute when you see a goat”, he exclaims calmly. 8220;I ...
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