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offshore winds & good swells

Belvedere Jehosophat - Wednesday, 26 May 2010 - 06:05:01

Before I became a materialist, I was religious. I was spiritual. And, I was nourished. It was 1978 and I was studying literature at the Darling Downs Institute of Advanced Education. This would soon become the University of Southern Queensland, a distinguished institution, but at the time, desperate as it was to attract staff, it was still offering life tenure contracts.

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even on Mount Athos we are humans walking every day on the razor's edge

Belvedere Jehosophat - Thursday, 24 December 2009 - 00:53:36

Alone against all comers is the Esphigmenou monastery. On a peninsula more accurately referred to as the Self-governed Monastic State of the Holy Mountain – and hiding in the shadow of Mount Athos – one monastery wages war against nineteen others.

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Reasons only stand to prove

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 23 January 2008 - 13:37:32

Excuses, excuses, excuses. Be done with the lot of them. Flying about, flailing even, and hitting the left eyebrow with an intent toward deliverance. Ready for the moping and sloping jaws to payback in return of sorts. Of favours, deceit and general missives on the state of the world. Sounds like they know how to talk into the mirror without watching back on the reflection.

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Magicians work with calculations and errors

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 15 August 2007 - 13:52:41

Placing cold hands under the armpits, jitters quiver to end. Squeezing tightly and gently at the same time, breath is deep, breath carries quick to a pace. Watching the light over the break tip over into the eyes and shield all manner of shadows running along the horizon is the kind of past time for the dawn to enter into. Thar be silhouettes with no arms. No arms leaving them with no armpits by default.

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Hypnotist waving around the eclipse behind the cloud

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 1 August 2007 - 09:29:39

Fine grains of sand find themselves deep under the eyelids, warding against evils of sight and the subsequent tricks on the mind.

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Self-reflected inner orange sadness

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 25 July 2007 - 10:53:01

Clean cut and down the middle with ruminations on weary streets and roads made of tears. Rivulets burn canals in the craggy surfaces and only the chewing forces against the wind — a massive beast of amorphous delicacy — take the stir. Streets made weary for lawn bowls sake! They never give credit for the ones who fall first or for those who take the detour from behind and come up through the other end.

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Familiar logic from a future dimension

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 11 July 2007 - 06:30:02

Crushing bay leaves between the toes for a sparkling sheen of raspberry delight, and oils drip from the noses as the eyes wince in the heat of the sun. Hot under the shade of the non-existent shelter, aghast at the thought of waking up into the night's dusty ventures with dentures loose from the rot of gnawing at visions in dreams wet with acid rain.

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Seance slaughter causes skin to get cold

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 23 May 2007 - 11:09:13

From beyond and from the other side of the bank, where the grass grows on clumps of edible moss. Standing with straws hanging off lips cut from the sun and brown from the dirt. Sucking seers with dilation in their eyes and corn in their ears. Prescience is in the air and there is only one thing left to lose: the future.

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Priest at the party playing cards with heroin

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 16 May 2007 - 13:10:56

Figureheads stand at the end, all hands between the loaves of bread. Made from the wheat of raw fabric and fired in the kilns made by the Dutch as sewn with the spit of the drunken galley. Holes from the inside, eating on the outside, and condiments made of pus only taste as sweet as the sale of human flesh into the slavery of entertainment.

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