Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 18 December 2004 - 04:44:09
there's no fucking vision, there's no voice, it's all black...
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Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 17 November 2004 - 02:46:51
Covering footpaths and littering the city streets, hundreds and hidden thousands of vagrants and the homeless constantly fight for their turf against the scourge of buskers and dejected circus performers. With money falling into their laps harder than beggars believe, sustenance and shelter is often scraped off the pavement with sticky boxes soiled by the well-off.
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Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 2 November 2004 - 14:01:19
bouncing from one second to the next, from one minute to the other, he always drew some fulfillment from constant movement. figuring that if he kept moving all else would fall into place, figuring that if he kept moving all else would fall into place, and, well, so what if it didn't? surely in this constant movement he wouldn't notice the passage of time, and when it came time to make the journey to the other side (where?) he'd merely clock-out as expected. but somewhere along the line he made the mistake of taking a closer look at the bigger picture: friends & families, engagements & weddings, "no tattoos, you'll never get a job," christenings, baptism, middle-class mediocrity. and, in it, she saw EVERYTHING she hated, and she wanted a piece of the action, a slice of the pie. like a dog, she was frothing at the mouth, trying to grab a bite, trying to grab a bite. university, "you've got to be your best," jobs now, from jobs to jobs to jobs to jobs, moving still, but only within that limited framework: career, family, culture, tradition, religion, career, "universal freedom." alienated & bored. bored. bored, she finds herself in a miserable stasis.
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Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 16 October 2004 - 16:18:00
When robbed of all metaphysical and spiritual overtones a life often becomes a measure of material accretion.
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Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, 28 September 2004 - 08:19:19
Sad eyes peering out of a returned book of poetry divulge the history of a man and a quality of despair unmatched.
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Jimmy Weasel - Wednesday, 22 September 2004 - 11:38:14
"Disgraced" businessman Rene Rivkin was today granted the ability to serve out his sentence in prison in one bite-sized chunk as opposed to the recent dripfeed pseudo-sentence. Reports vary as to the reason for the change in plan—some venture that it was due to recent psychiatric assessments, and a suicide attempt.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, 10 September 2004 - 04:05:34
Fighting against the Angus & Roberston spruiker on the start of the end of the last three days of a four day sale, as well as a lone hairdressing leaflet man, the Children out of Detention group stored centre in the Pitt Street mall in the left aorta of Sydney's CBD earlier this fine weathered day.
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Ethan Switch - Monday, 6 September 2004 - 07:41:05
Hand in hand, the mounds of sticky and soiled tissues prepared for a load shot by PM Howard's release. Out for the day amidst the family skin and the win they would bring, the throat croaked, "There is no greater priority than the protection of Australia's children." Bracing for the planned attack on wholesome values, an initiative to wipe out the pornography that taints minds and empties out pockets.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, 23 July 2004 - 13:29:45
Battling comfort and rare seats tease the backsides of the morning peak hour. Commuters patronising one train to the city of Sydney this morning were treated to an overblown argument and a shaking of their comfort zones.
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