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Thoughts from the Desk of the One-Eyed King

China Grey Dawn / Black Mexican Sunset

Depo­si­tion rhythm, re-written side­tracked by the inevitable Rail­roaded by the pet­ti­ness of self­ish men ///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\ Whose eyes lied? And what is in the money? I stare with child­like won­der as peo­ple shout and scream, Bay for blood and throw their credit cards at the tele­vi­sion. ///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\ It’s elec­tric, this feel­ing of sub­mis­sive supe­ri­or­ity — A warm voiced, […]

My Name is King Owl, and this is a Story about Dumb Bitches on Acid

These events came down some­where after my eigh­teenth birth­day. It was a wednes­day night, and, as was the fash­ion at the time, on wednes­day nights we would all cruise down­town and hit this one club that played pretty slick drum and bass. I like DnB, but more impor­tantly, I like busi­ness, and I liked seeing […]

The Dark & Brutal Truth of Australia

The name “Aus­tralia” stems from the latin ‘Terra Aus­tralia Auto­mo­bile’, mean­ing “Holy shit it’s a wom­bat get in the car”. Up until only a few hun­dred years ago, the sole occu­pants of the Aus­tralian con­ti­nent were a race of hyper-intelligent ants that had come from space to bring pros­per­ity to earth. They were promptly eaten […]

Train Dance

I met roger while trav­el­ing from Mel­bourne to Bal­larat in prepa­ra­tion for Rain­bow Ser­pent Fes­ti­val 2010. It was about five in the morn­ing, and I was sit­ting on the steps of South­ern Cross sta­tion, smok­ing a cig­a­rette and lis­ten­ing to Bob Dylan, rel­ish­ing the cold morn­ing wind — I love cold morn­ings awake, and you […]