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The following came as a spam comment for the previous post. It didn’t take long to get spammed but I really liked this one. Quite a nice little story. I may have to use it one day as a theatre piece.

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The first time it happened, Adam was in the office gym. It was not his regular gym, but a small one high up on the silent upper floors. As he walks out, a piece of jagged metal in his hand grazes the arm of one of the corporate sentries, one of the unsmiling men who moves in the strange silent world of the upper floors. A deep gash in the skin that reveals, not blood and flesh, but a gleaming silver fluid, endlessly swirling, like molten metal. Adam is terrified. Then something hits him, and he rememberes nothing more until he comes around in a strange corridor with wide bell-shaped vases standing against the walls. He returns to work, and in the coming days convinces himself it was all a dream. But he still has that piece of jagged metal he picked up. And he remembers, weeks later, when a man is found dead in the strange corridor with wide vases against the wall, his body covered in welts the shape of long, curved eyes.

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-

“If God had intended amoebas to grow bones, she would not have made calcium illegal”

the good Dr Tim Leary…

reporting here from the past coming of the lord Billy Hellburger.

I at once command all of you to bow down to the bellbottoms and prey for that sweat cherry pie ribbon biscut that you have all been secretly coverting throughout your very torgid lives.

Thats it folks!~!!!!

You’re about to be blasted through the very tip of a porn stars nipple and you didn’t get a chance to say “Even my wife has small hairs there!” Doomed at the end of tall poppies we will have to wander delleriously towards hells gate for the trees of forgiveness are covered with chocholate just as HE said.

Arrrmenbeinit or you’ll certainly get out of it.

if god is dead, then you lose the most important word in your language and you will need a substitute. God was one end, one extreme, and when one extreme disappears from your mental vision the necessary and inevitable is that you will fall to the other extreme, and that is what has happened… Instead of god, fuck has become the most important word in our language.—Osho, Strange Consequences