Life after the bushfires. Residents of Australia shared pictures of how the first shoots appear on the burned earth
Amazing photos HERE
Amazing photos HERE
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Yes, it is a strange toxicity that hangs in the morning mist, pressing down on the burnt farmlands and vibrating in my neck. Each day takes me a little further along the road and a little further away from habitual destruction. Always posting myself on the corner so that i can pick up whatever falls off the back of wagons and keep an eye on the general comings and goings of the embittered era. I carry blue poison in a plastic bucket, walking slowly and deliberately between the bait stations, feeling the weight of age in my legs and scaling the steep incline to the lookout. It’s another world up there, looking down upon the miniature conglomeration that reflects the light, attracting and repelling bug-like vehicles and seeming to be an altogether alien environment. Back by the creek i turn off the path and thread deep into the woodlands, knowing this is an endlessness that can never be charted or mapped, it drips and breathes and rots and grows, and i am drawn toward the core of it, sensing that here, too, is the core of self, some absolute quiet and terrible destabilising of the soul.
conflated love and trauma-bonding, agitation and activism, misery and depth inspires only senseless violence the real deal; nihilistic, brutal, and brutally honest. immortalised in the recording titled 23 Minutes Over Brussels – because that was how long they lasted on stage before a riot broke out. It is a document of a group operating so far ahead of their time that the police had to be called to tear-gas an angry mob, who were incapable of processing the sounds they heard. Is this the Voice of doG that Moses heard before smashing rocks to create the fabled tablets of wisdom - twenty seven virgins died in the making of the sequel and the glitter went rusty.
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| "The coronavirus is definitely a crisis, but I hope these photos can remind that it’s a human crisis … There’s been a disappointing amount of racism and fear mongering as Chinese people are blamed for the incubation and spread. There is fear and panic, but there is no need to fear and panic East Asian looking people or our cultures. An old man died in Sydney’s Chinatown because people were scared to give him CPR.” .................MORE HERE>................ |  |
| CROWS we are the living elements the dirt and mist what more can i tell you of life we are the desire unsatisfied the gun to the heart each story will go unrepeated we come stumbling into town women first wet from fucking strong with passion we are the last reminders of a violent storm we are you conscience charred and black we are the walking wind we will tear the Babel down over stretched under threat left for the crows |  |
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REVIEWING RECORDS, or any kind of music, isn't something i've ever felt i wanted to do.
We all have different tastes and opinions. They're not really important.
Obviously all the music i collect as Records, CDs, Cassettes or Downloads i like.
There is so much to hear, so many wonderful things i will never have time enough discover.
I try my best.
My name's Pete and i'm an addict.
We all have different tastes and opinions. They're not really important.
Obviously all the music i collect as Records, CDs, Cassettes or Downloads i like.
There is so much to hear, so many wonderful things i will never have time enough discover.
I try my best.
My name's Pete and i'm an addict.
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| Personnel: Adrian Gormley – sax, plastic bottle Sascha Stadlmeier – samples, bass, ekelele, objects, voice, effects, insert Frans De Waard – radio, cassettes, electronics Stefan Schweiger – samples, teramine, percussion Joseph B. Raimond – guitar, synthesiser, loops, ink drawings Michael Wurzer – synthesiser (listen here) |  |
 From an ongoing series of unclassifiable music with long titles and beautiful artwork released by attenuation circuit (listen here) |  |
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Gender stereotyping, suicide, class prejudice and sectarian violence
Worrying about spills or even submersion
The emerging threat of deep sea mining
More than a quarter of people renting spent 40% or more of their income on rent
There are hundreds of 15-year-old people in Poland
Pull pesticides from the shelves
Make sure doctors have heard our arguments and the needs of dying people
We have a quad on the way
Caused by long term use of proton pump inhibitors
A “security algorithm” identified him, or someone associated with him, as a
“security threat”
when you build high, folks will jump.
Gender stereotyping, suicide, class prejudice and sectarian violence
Worrying about spills or even submersion
The emerging threat of deep sea mining
More than a quarter of people renting spent 40% or more of their income on rent
There are hundreds of 15-year-old people in Poland
Pull pesticides from the shelves
Make sure doctors have heard our arguments and the needs of dying people
We have a quad on the way
Caused by long term use of proton pump inhibitors
A “security algorithm” identified him, or someone associated with him, as a
“security threat”
when you build high, folks will jump.
At top of Skyline Walk, Murchison. At work killing wasps. 19.02.20.
AT LAST WE GOT ROUND TO PUTTING THE SUB-FLOOR IN THE HOOSE. Now I can start thinking howthefuck i'm going to do the next bit. Never was any cop at following rules....
it'll be right....
Jay calls it the All Black House.
MORE NEW <> THE BURNT OUT BUS was moved, walked backwards with a JCB, at a guess.
it'll be right....
Jay calls it the All Black House.
MORE NEW <> THE BURNT OUT BUS was moved, walked backwards with a JCB, at a guess.
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How terrible
Saved
Butter fingers
It doesn’t matter how many times you say ‘Far Out’, it won’t get you any closer. It won’t tie-dye your soul or give you an LSD App. Puritans in caravans looking for protestations in discarded wine and crackers. I think now it’s time to be obscure. Surely that’s obvious. Maybe i played the game too long to realise radical has stepped up a notch or two, it’s old hat really to think piercing your clitoris with your foot is shocking. Everyone’s doing it. Micro-dosing sulphuric acid, bull fighting with cocktail sticks, becoming a surrogate mother just for the making placenta burgers. Dark antennae. Post operative slurs and the sexual allure of quicksand. So what next? 'What becomes of the broken hearted/ who had love that has now departed’ <> ?? // At this moment, how many people around the world are queuing for a basic essential and not knowing if or when they might get it. Democracy delivers. Capitalism cares. Vancouver is an island. Cutting myself into small pieces and repackaging into a more abstract shape ~{]]{]{{]^%^&*()_||{]]]}}}}}}//:||\
Striptease
bck nkd
Transparent furnishings
At the very moment i typed ‘Transparent furnishings’ the power went off followed by a crash of almighty thunder echoing down the valley. There’s been more thunder here today then we’ve ever experienced at the Tutaki Compound for the WR0NG. Amassing in expectation of the ultimate blasphemy; naked bucks on transparent furnishings. Smeared and stained. Masturbation. Copulation. Penetration. Participation. No holds barred when all the doors are open and the contrast between curtains and crockery is so pleasing to both the eye and the well-being of this urgent retard. Mustard gas condiment incentive. Knitted foreskins with sequins and mouse tails. Maybe i’ll go out into the wet again. All dripping. Warm. I shovelled up the romance novels and dead rats that had spewed out of the kennel. I should paint the floor. Make something happen. Be someone else.
Packing only the essentials. Slipping off the radar. Moving sweetly into the heavy earth. What should you carry on your back whilst crawling naked on all fours.
Saved
Butter fingers
It doesn’t matter how many times you say ‘Far Out’, it won’t get you any closer. It won’t tie-dye your soul or give you an LSD App. Puritans in caravans looking for protestations in discarded wine and crackers. I think now it’s time to be obscure. Surely that’s obvious. Maybe i played the game too long to realise radical has stepped up a notch or two, it’s old hat really to think piercing your clitoris with your foot is shocking. Everyone’s doing it. Micro-dosing sulphuric acid, bull fighting with cocktail sticks, becoming a surrogate mother just for the making placenta burgers. Dark antennae. Post operative slurs and the sexual allure of quicksand. So what next? 'What becomes of the broken hearted/ who had love that has now departed’ <> ?? // At this moment, how many people around the world are queuing for a basic essential and not knowing if or when they might get it. Democracy delivers. Capitalism cares. Vancouver is an island. Cutting myself into small pieces and repackaging into a more abstract shape ~{]]{]{{]^%^&*()_||{]]]}}}}}}//:||\
Striptease
bck nkd
Transparent furnishings
At the very moment i typed ‘Transparent furnishings’ the power went off followed by a crash of almighty thunder echoing down the valley. There’s been more thunder here today then we’ve ever experienced at the Tutaki Compound for the WR0NG. Amassing in expectation of the ultimate blasphemy; naked bucks on transparent furnishings. Smeared and stained. Masturbation. Copulation. Penetration. Participation. No holds barred when all the doors are open and the contrast between curtains and crockery is so pleasing to both the eye and the well-being of this urgent retard. Mustard gas condiment incentive. Knitted foreskins with sequins and mouse tails. Maybe i’ll go out into the wet again. All dripping. Warm. I shovelled up the romance novels and dead rats that had spewed out of the kennel. I should paint the floor. Make something happen. Be someone else.
Packing only the essentials. Slipping off the radar. Moving sweetly into the heavy earth. What should you carry on your back whilst crawling naked on all fours.
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sulphuric acid |sʌlfjʊərɪkˈasɪd| (also sulfuric acid)
noun [ mass noun ]
a strong acid made by oxidizing solutions of sulphur dioxide and used in large quantities as an industrial and laboratory reagent. The concentrated form is an oily, dense, corrosive liquid.
●Chem. formula: H 2SO 4.
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sulphuric acid |sʌlfjʊərɪkˈasɪd| (also sulfuric acid)
noun [ mass noun ]
a strong acid made by oxidizing solutions of sulphur dioxide and used in large quantities as an industrial and laboratory reagent. The concentrated form is an oily, dense, corrosive liquid.
●Chem. formula: H 2SO 4.
usage: See usage at sulphur.
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