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a still nighta small frightwill you be therethrough this moonlight?

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 freefor whats this rhythm to be?
melted and his credgot no grammeriShakespere Blakeyou’ve got notches in their wake
Amanda parsons all fired up for the jimbob fettishlore thats breakin outon thatthatthatessssssssshhhhhhhhyyyaaaaCUTBROKE.
toke up!thasts my concessionfor all us in here we’ve got all the possible expressionit’s not for me to weild nostalgiafor primitive conscriptsit’s all you need in [...]

bolted by a new sensationalismdrien to the riven core speculationholden to the burke system jismitsa lotsa up ya chisminstitutional pro vocalismlasting impression hasn’t caught the cat in the kitchenbut you’ve not rested all the past tickentime by notching has rancked your system up the ditchenyou wanna bake morebut you’ve got to get to that core
or……
what…?
It’s [...]

So. I could descend into drunkenness.Fall. Flailing on the ground like a ribbon of specklesblasted into this time of rumbles and desiresdesires for that smoothkontrol
ya?
This that it’s more kind in the sci-lensemost up this wall is pushin into heart chance touchdiscovery approach that satisfrys the drive before time
chance today?
another one after another after another and [...]

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 [...]

 

 nusstacast episode 001 - the begining [36:56m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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…..

13 days of 13 hour days, 13 camels among 13 horsesSearching for forgiveness in the bucket of saddles while everything reflected myself back at meNeedless to say I ….I will not go back into the brier bushes and sand stormI choose forgiveness of myselfI forgive and live as myself as myself and as myself I have capacity [...]