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I’ve rulled a line on the page

and we’ll all celebrate today

the minds work at rest and play

has it been such a rainy day?

Sunkt free
for whats this rhythm to be?

melted and his cred
got no grammeri
Shakespere Blake
you’ve got notches in their wake

Amanda parsons all fired up for the jimbob fettish
lore thats breakin out
on that
that
that
essssssssshhhhhhhhyyyaaaa
CUT
BROKE.

toke up!
thasts my concession
for all us in here we’ve got all the possible expression
it’s not for me to weild nostalgia
for primitive conscripts
it’s all you need in a land of pelopules
You’ve got its all by the balls
when the table white rides your warmth constrite
how many times have you been riding the waver production of ‘Thats new?”
all in a days words we’ve forgotten
that there is lie in all our minds of
‘already’ consumption of I want it
now?
Dont you?
What where it really bellows the frame of black on white
with angles of freedom presses into tight spces with chips and
sauses of curry tom yum cha

violins dress out and out with our
endless cool…
lasting….
till we desire to be warm again
sunshine lets us step in peace
from the threats of ghosts
in suits of poison, black grey and gowm

you’ve seen it!?

in your town
when we hide faces inside the other glass places!
I’ve gotten lonely in the past days
of my own need to be someone.

bolted by a new sensationalism
drien to the riven core speculation
holden to the burke system jism
itsa lotsa up ya chism
institutional pro vocalism
lasting impression hasn’t caught the cat in the kitchen
but you’ve not rested all the past ticken
time by notching has rancked your system up the ditchen
you wanna bake more
but you’ve got to get to that core

or……

what…?

It’s not like the mostofyouva
got no chance in getting a hold on yesterdays movements
so when’s the images gonna calm down
there perocious squelching in your synched tech town?
my gets ya all funcked and fur
it’s part junk
and part her

what’s it to ya bird?
You’ve no regrets under this net
effective training session
Probably just fucked up to ya
mustn’t ditch and that’s where i’ll be pitch’n
the practi-chal listing in your jeramia sitchin

yo!!

So. I could descend into drunkenness.
Fall. Flailing on the ground like a ribbon of speckles
blasted into this time of rumbles and desires
desires for that smooth
kontrol

ya?

This that it’s more kind in the sci-lense
most up this wall is pushin into heart chance touch
discovery approach that satisfrys the drive before time

chance today?

another one after another after another and all one after another after another
one.
you may kill cool with the zeal of which drives so deep
it’s waking dreaming
along song lines of passion
lust for discovery
Justice disproved along the lost fence
we’ll all roll in the parks of rocks and spinifex
taunting our shadows into coloured orbs
Zigzaging with togetherness
nourishing maya
In death seeing truth vibrating alone
spinning the wheel of fortune.

Well.. it’s been a long time coming but finally I have put together the first of the nusstacasts… The name will change… and so will everything else…

This is a rave between me and my friend Ben on things ranging from sustainability to memory and the nature of time…

Hope you enjoy this podcast from a bunch of aussie guys…comment me on this site….

more slack!!!

-schnarple-

for all of you who want to know where I spent the last 4 years of my life learning about me and the universe … this is where….

Arrrrhhhh the little three walls… the lantana…. the ever present sense metamorphosis into the forest… tuntable falls… heaven hamlet…..