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11:51 am today. Phone beeps. Text message. “The older guy over the back and around the corner is dead on his floor, might have there a week :(”
The scary part is that I don’t find it that hard to imagine there are people who have so little contact with others that no one notices them disappear. At work I often hear that one of the key issues people who are homeless or extremely disadvantaged face, is social isolation. There is a campaign at the moment - hush for homelessness - centered around that very theme.
One of my work colleagues must have a strong network of friends. He and another girl have committed to stay silent for 3 hours as part of the hush campaign. So far she has about $200 in sponsorship and people have pledged around $2000 for him. Perhaps he’s someone who talks too much
4:42pm - my friend, whose neighbour has died, says to me - there are all these blowflies. I can see them near the window.
Cat cuddles all afternoon. I love a good cuddle from my girls. There is just so much of them - to - cuddle.
I pick up some fairy wings and drive 3 minutes up the road to see my neice. I arrive to find her dressed like a mermaid with a tiara on her head. Her face lights up when she sees the wings. I ask her, does she know what happens a week before her birthday. She says no. I said, it’s my birthday a week before yours. I explain that I had a fantastic present this year from a good friend. I tell her that someone made a fuss on me. I ask her whether for her birthday she’d like to pick her favourite costume; I’ll curl her hair; we can go to the park and take photos. To my delight she thinks this is just the antz pantz. So next Saturday afternoon is dress-up day for her birthday.
7:30pm. Phone rings. Friend says, just caught someone trying to break into my neighbours house and steal his stuff. Smell is horrendous - makes you dry-retch. I called the police.
I hang up and wonder about these opportunists. What drives people to go into the house of someone recently departed; and discovered; and withstand the smell and the flies… for what?
10:30pm. Have to remove cat from lap so can prepare for bed. I scoop her up and transfer her to the washing basket. Saffron tolerates the transfer and Licorice joins me by the keyboard; telling the story of my day.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Sa25Feb2012-10.30gmt,M'bone lby,lenovo,IBM,lenovo,IBM,hp
The main sketch was drawn from life under the bridge over the A12, or maybe the A120, North of Colchester.
The small sketch is a copy of one by Ambrosius Holbein, younger brother of Hans, of a harpist being accompanied by a donkey singing.
The key word for this card is 'art'.
842 art
The keyword "art" fits life drawn, "to a tee"
The harpist's art give all his list'ners, glee.
Thus key word "art" is good enough for me.
Main sketch is underneath a bridge once more.
By Colchester A12(twelve), the lorries roar.
To paint a sketch afar 'n be more sure.
Ambros'us Holbein drew this donkey sketch.
The learned's speeches make Erasmus retch.
Like donkey with a lyre, leave much to fetch.
I am no equine expert, so if anyone can tell me what on earth this horse thinks it is playing at, I would be very grateful. Sneeze? Yawn? Laugh? Cough? Retch? Whatever it was, he kept doing it for ages! :)
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Anny thought the snuff looked "interesting" and wanted to try it. When I grew up in Norway all the teens were using this stuff instead of smoking so I already knew it was disgusting crap. Even so she tried. And almost threw up. Sadly I didn't get a picture of the retching.
"Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity
With our amniotic retch
Promulgating the birth
Of another Hell on Earth
Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh
A necrotic cattle brand
The hissing downfall pentagram
Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned
But no Passover is planned
A great renewal growls at hand
And only when they're running
Will they come to understand..."
(Cradle of filth)
Didier GOAS - Photographie pour Flickr
I've been researching roadrunner behavior for an article I'm writing for a national parks magazine. Bill Walker, his wife Mary, and I found this roadrunner near the Laguna Atascosa NWR. The Behavior of Texas Birds by Kent Rylandard describes exactly what we saw:
The male produces a loud, dovelike kowoo kowoo kowoo which at a distance suggests a lost puppy. He usually does this early in the morning. With each deliberate, melancholy kowoo he thrusts his head towards the ground as if he were retching. He also parades with his head held high and his wings and tail drooped while producing a pop sound with his wings.
Apparently roadrunners mate for life, but the male frequently takes his mate for granted after the first season, and no longer offers her goodies like lizards prior to the act!
This was a wonderful Italian restaurant. Excellent food, wonderful service. I was their first customer for dinner, so I had the whole place to myself.
Interesting how this worked out. I was originally going to go to the Merlot Bistro just inland of this restaurant, but when I entered their doors, nobody came to seat me. I figured that (a) they didn’t want my service, and (b) the service would be retched if they didn’t care that someone was waiting. So I stepped out and started walking further towards the ocean. I had just gotten to the door of this restaurant when this kindly older gentleman ushered me in, saying that even though it was a few minutes early I could come inside and have a drink while I waited. Once again the universe showed me that, if I followed the signs it presented rather than bulling my way to what I aimed for, what I’d end up getting would be far superior to what I originally intended. :-)
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
a rather badly decayed (and stinking) whale carcass washed ashore at my local beach, I was just on my evening walk when the smell hit me from over a kilometre away.
Up close and personal like this it was pretty intense and more than few of the sightseers where dry retching.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
We had a great day at Dial Ranges, behind Penguin on the NW coast of Tas. Windy, showery, then sunny and hot. We started the day wondering why some wattlebirds and new holland honeyeaters were scolding for about 15 minutes in some te-tree...I went under the tree, they ignored me...and then I noticed the snake (probably a white-lipped whip snake) up in the branches. Needless to say my crummy old camera coudn't get a photo. I've never seen any Tas snakes in a tree before.
The Stinkhorn was lying detached on its side on the forest floor. I hadn't seen one before but I knew they stank, so I held it carefully, thinking the stinky cells would be in the inside of the tube...big mistake....none of my kids held my hand for the rest of the day.
The smell was bad enough for my husband and kids to roll about mock retching...I just got mildly used to it :-)
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
1. RETC... Canvas for a friend, not finished ; 2. Two Stencil Cardboards i did for fun ; 3. Drunk Light Whatever ; 4. Painted Wallet "Picasso" ;)
Watch it BIG!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
These are my latest reads. I finished "Under the Banner of Heaven" in less than a week. It was so sickeningly disturbing I had troubles putting it down. Now Timmy is reading it and retching up what atrocities he ingests. Next is "Everything Is Illuminated". I have read the other Jonathan S. Foer book and loved it. This book was equally sad and humorous as the other. I watched the movie and disliked it. But the movies are never as good, right? I am almost finished with "Portnoy's Complaint." My only complaint, I wish I had a Yiddish dictionary. This book reminds me of "A Christmas Story" but with a lot of whacking off and childhood neurosis. "The People of Paper" was charming, written like a feverish dream. It is similar to "100 Years of Solitude", which I adore and has weird paragraph structuring like "House of Leaves", sans random names written in columns on every page. I too will forever be at war with Saturn. I am so very excited about "The Death of Bunny Munro" by Nick Cave. I just purchased this and keep hugging the book ecstatic at what these pages have in store for me. I will most likely start it tomorrow. Then there is "Infinite Jest" that I picked up for Timmy and he has not even thumbed through it yet, o I will make it a go when "Bunny Munro" is finished. Strange thing about "Infinite Jest" when I was in the aisle of Changing Hands Bookstore reading the back cover a man/boy approached me and told me it was his favorite book then he showed me a full sleeve tattoo inspired by this book. He said it would change my life, this we will see...
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Looking up from the bottom of the tunnel, where the top opening is disguised as a well in the fields.
The Ring, anyone?
Mural Painted by HCTER (VAA) & ViSiON (TiC) for 'The Brook Project' at the site of the old Carisbrook Stadium, Dunedin, Aotearoa
So much sorrow and so much pain
my heart leaches it’s own blood,
My body as if stretched upon a rack
until the dread runs black.
All is loss, there can be no way back,
all doors are shut, but still the flood!
Dreadful dreams, the gutter runs stupefying dregs,
the devils attack comes upon me,
the anguish screams ‘let me rest’ I see my plaque.
Days of darkness, dead of night,
not even shadows can discern.
Across this land dead forests stretch,
lifeless waters, stagnant pools
Acid rain falls from dark skies,
not even lightning lights this night.
Alone in this place of evil death
I struggle even to catch my breath
Take in the morbid stench of hopelessness.
Skeletal forms creep through my mind,
for all I know it is I who am blind,
For what I see within my head would drive me mad,
it would be some release.
Falling more into the pit, the wailing of forgotten souls retching out their bile,
wanting more another place in vague memory to reach,
a place of better times before their fall,
when the dark days took us all.
The days of darkness, they will come for you, unless you are among the few,
who, in the shadows keep out of view,
stay from the light
least they see the future in their sight,
turn from the truth of unending misery,
that otherwise their fate would be,
but in this circle they are then trapped to be
forever in ‘their’ own long days of darkness.
Poem: Richard Walker - 19 December 2006
Note: this is without doubt the darkest poem I have written or am likley to write. When this was written I was in a very bad place, I had reached to bottom of my grief, I was very angry and very very sad and these words and thoughts rushed out of me, and I am thankful that they did, for to keep stuff like this inside would have done me much harm, there are some things it is better to let go of and these destructive thoughts are some of them...
Image: "Hidden System" by Tim Freeman
Rail Ticket from Rotterdam, Holland to Amsterdam, Holland.. This Expatriate Chicagoan spent Christmas/New Year's there 1998-1999.
Historians take note : This was when The National Currency was The Guilder/Florin/Gulden...BEFORE the...(*retch*)...Euro.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
I have this crazy feeling my sp's are going to get sillier and goofier as I go along... until I get some ideas going.
Today's shopping excursion was mostly successful. I bought two pairs of pants, one for work & a pair of 7 for All Mankind jeans (for a super duper insane discount, because I would never pay $200 for a pair of jeans, no matter how premium they may be!) and a tank top. Both pairs of pants in a smaller size, I am officially 3 sizes smaller than I was 3 months ago.
Tonight, I go out with K&C for some drinks! I may manage to get a buzz, which I haven't done since the night I broke up with jaegarmeister (just the sound of the word in my head makes me want to retch!). And that is all. Happy Friday!
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
Mouldy Roti is a lot like student share houses. Disgusting but in a way beautiful.
This lil guy was left to his own devices for more than a month. Most people would dry retch at the sight of this technicolour experiment in laziness but I saw potential.
*side note: I nearly died from the smell of it because I had to take the lid off to get good photographs.
2014/06/07(sat)
Asshole Carnival Vol.2
at Earthdom
ANAL VOLCANO
Mecosario (岡崎)
Retch
GO-ZEN
SAIGAN TERROR
ZENOCIDE
DJ : LOVEJUICE
They must get it a lot. Silly, ignorant, wishful customers hoping for a taste of The famous Snickers, by Queen of Desserts Philippa Sibley, at all hours of the day. Well, I can confirm that they don't serve it at breakfast, even if the polite waitress humoured me by "asking the kitchen", and then feigned empathy when she told me the bad news.
Just as well, the breakfast was still as good as I remembered it, and they added Black Pudding as an optional side. Bonus!
Il Fornaio
(03) 9534 2922
2 Acland St
St Kilda VIC 3182
Reviews:
- Il Fornaio, by Larissa Dubecki, The Age, September 7, 2010
NOT since the invention of the Peach Melba has there been such a kerfuffle about a dessert. ''The famous Snickers'', as the menu at Il Fornaio calls it, and for once I'm inclined not to retch over the food-related use of the adjective. ''Famous'' on a menu usually means the dish in question isn't famous at all - but the Snickers? The Snickers is famous. The Snickers is so famous it should have its own agent, a magazine deal and a coke habit.
The Snickers and its creator, Philippa Sibley, have moved around a fair bit but they took up a new permanent residence recently at this former bakery-cafe in St Kilda, where they've conspired to capitalise on Sibley's reputation (''dessert queen'', ''queen of pastries'', ''passionate pastry whiz'', as Google attests) by trading at night-time primarily as a dessert restaurant (during the day things are far more cafe-like).
- Not just desserts, by Larissa Dubecki, The Age, August 24, 2010
Philippa Sibley’s Snickers dessert needs little introduction. An instant hit when she first put it on the menu at Circa five years ago, her signature dish recently found a new lease of life at her new St Kilda digs, IlFornaio, and through being showcased on MasterChef.
‘‘Oh my god, straightaway it was a monster,’’ recalls Sibley of her take on the peanut and caramel chocolate bar first released by the Mars company in 1930. ‘‘We had a table of five come in and order eight of them, at $25 a pop [the IlFornaio version costs $19]. We sold 700 of them in one week.’’