we met

eyes

are
fingers
carressing

sometimes

in the darkened corners
of my octagonal heart
a light swims
in aqua
strokes

to an island
of blue

where the curl
of your hair
playing over
your eyes
draws

a sculpture
in stone

in vivid flesh
in my dreams
in the flash of my memory

as i bath
and bask

but i have
nothing
save
the
caress
of your eyes
tingling
in my
fingers

living
more in hope
than

stone

to see
thru
one day

2
u
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how much

do i loath

pometry

these guttural

walnuts of

solidified repression

these acts

of restless stupidity

masquerading as

alphabetic debris

these torpid

requiems of

blunted elongation

these staccato

utterings of

emotion

they volley across paper,

replete

with cannonade

and crimson

cavalry

yet sink

below the french

at Agincourt

in failing

to turn

a world of sand,

crumbling sheaths

of drifted continents,

to bedrock

until

tested

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je ne parle pas

i do not understand

the world around

my own doubts

and reclamation

the truimp of will

over a monarchs oilwell

the straps of velcro

in a suicide vest

the symbolism of

ingested self

the flames of words

scudding over a penninsula

the calls to jhaid

in a godless universe

women and their beauty

wrapped in my autism

me concerned for a planet

i seek not to shape

the lost and found

of each moment passed

the age to slumber

and dream of cylinders

the texture of a dove

rolled beneath a bulldozer

and so contracted thus

perchance

these words,

this missive,

sleep

without dreams

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whenever
im selected
as part
of that
conglomerate,
beautiful
peeple
inc,
BPI,
2 u
in the fold
of creamy
capitalism
and wanton
flagrant
abuses
at the atm
of life

i choke and gag
on the mirror
knowing how little
seven layers
of skin
can hide
this bpi ex employee
from wasting his
super,
elongating his
longservice
and recycling
his overtime
into pigeons
and canvas

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galllery invite Part threehundred and 72

fuk dance lets art

B. vulgaris

blok
rokn
beets

the history of corruption in the world as told in vegetables and mime

Sun Tzu said in 352bc "If your enemy drinks weak skinny milk lattes, laugh at their hypocrisy, if they demand more froth, create discord by adding chocolate sprinkles, if they desire decaf macchiattos, intiate thier downfall thru sleep deprevation in subterfuge, use kenyan moccha blend."

The humble sugar beet has create chaos (the greek word for gas, the greeks never were much good at spelling, and /or grammars) by being a poor subsitute for coffee, this exhibition explorers the darker side of food substitutes and politics.

Tangled and pointless as it may seem western culture has always been subverted and corrupted by the inclusion of false labeling on food products, the term "100%" has always meant 78.5% in real terms, or in the case of a meat pie, 12.5% animal product, here in one stunning visual array which will shock and or you, the very nature of the way you live is upended and given a breath freshener. As both Locke and Hulme said in unision in 1753, "Do you have soy milk? If so, can their truly be a god."

campbell arcade
cbd
6-8
followed by
misty
8-whenever
friday 11th april

proudly sponsored by

the New Improved Iraqi Regime
(now with 25% less oppression)

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invites part 79+654.0001

the new committee for the verification of non-aligned verification proceedures
in association with
the scopes trial songbook

the new black

whitewash

the art of independent committees.

6-8 tonight
tuesday 17th feb
smyrnios gallery
32-34 st edmonds road
prahran

take a definition so tight that it excludes every reason for holding the enquiry...

take any number of craven "emminent" peeples nearing immenent forced reitirement, promise them a window seat next to a lump sum package for services rendered ...and a 2nd AOM or third or....

ensure the word definition is prominently defined over the first 200 pages of the report....

scratch out the words "national security" and conjoining sentences and vowels......

include all the demonstrably false allegations as equal to or greater than those demonstrably true.....

provide lunch for as many QC's as can resonably contained within the budget.....

leak favourable findings, place those not so in appendixes of subsection three page 2,352 in blue ink on blue paper in 2 point cursive type...scratch out consonants

no matter what the findings, say the exact opposite or at least keep stating the orginal line, claiming the findings fully support and vindicate all taken actions....

deny that taken actions have in deed taken place, or place actions within context of geothermal extension of the denial......

deny, deny, deny......

promise a further enquiry to define the terms of previous enquiry, then claim they stepped outside the boundaires of the defintion.....

use the words obmutescence and obversion in the same sentence.....

go back to reading the sports section.
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richo
suks dogs dicks,
its crazy
but its true,
rohdesian ridgebacks
are his favs
to blow the
whole night through,
he'll settle for a poodle,
or a blue or manky cross,
but nothing gets
his tongue a wagging
than a pinky from an
african, i know its gross.
he does it before training,
at half time, and at home,
does it in secluded pet shops
and when ever he feels
that he's alone,
pats em once on the head,
then goes straight
for the dogs bone,
he's a sik little puppy,
but who am i to intone,
a man needs lubrication
to spit his dummy
without a coach
or chaperone.

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would i make up
the truth,
pin reality with
the tale of an imaginary donkey,
not i,
so i will spill my heart and tell you,
tru,
what the world knows,
and so few dont,
Mathew lloyd is a fukwit,
a flouncing haircut,
a bottle of shampoo
marked
"it smells like crap
and crap is you"
how apt for this
wunderkind of wunderbar
hairstylists,
unable to play in weather
which may affect
his conditioner,
unless he gets his goals
as he does every other week
by that sweet little deed he
does with the men in white,
bending and stretching
while they work out how many
frees to give their little bitch,

i would not lie,
not make this shit up,
for tis all true,
mathew lloyd is a fukwit,
now you know it 2.

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never surrender
when your dreams
are so close
to the surface of your brain
others will be inspired
by the throbbing