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About me:
Eating for free since January! If it aint free, its not for me. (now if only i could stop drinking the rest of my money...) Im a deliberate subject for the consumption of ideas. Studying social theory. Currently facing riot charges at the hands of a bitter and humiliated State, see the 'solid combustible blog' posted on this page. mourning the theft of my beautiful partner stephanie by europe, that malicious bastard continent. Participate in the running of Australia's only youth run and youth managed circus. Check them out - www.trickcircus.net I live in the most boho fucking house :D which is falling aprt - we've decided to try and keep doors closed in order to increase the structural stability. I have PAINT tattooed on my arm to remind me what i wanted to do more than anything when i was a youngun - if i dont make it by the time im old and bitter then im determined to be ashamed - young dreams should be treated with just as much conviction as experienced judgement ;D hahaha

General
Modern art, philosophy,anarchism, existentialism circus performance, acrobatrics, activism, experimental music, dangerous stuff, fun stuff, fighting, getting real trashed and making a scene, who knows the places i been - i certainly dont, cause i forgot, not feeling so hot painting, talking, writing, cold showers and orgasms , writing an essay when i actually know what im talking about, riding my bmx, crashing my bmx, yelling at Jethro, getting naked, wearing codpieces, getting kmossed, black coffee, cigarettes (until recently), security cameras, DUMPSTER DIVING, leaving psychotic notes for my housemates, recycling, reusing and repairing former consumer goods , sleeping under tables when really drunk, getting into big arguments about fuck all, getting into big arguments about interesting stuff, getting punched, getting drunk, im repeating myself, im repeating myself, taking DRUGS

melbourne
Mlbourne is getting warmer but the cities breath is cold. The newspapers
are not impressed with their own lies, the people do not smile when
facing their own hilarious ignorance. Melbourne is a bloody disgrace but
the front page says i don't represent it. Melbourne is breaking glass
and that sick feeling of nervous anger which overtakes you when you're
sliding down that slope to a very real pit of burning trouble in your
stomache. Melbourne is about making the news and breaking yourself apart
against its false headlines. Melbourne is breaking apart like its police
barricades, filled with so many litres of water which could be growing
our country out from the miserable little seed it is, but instead are
flowing down collins street at 11.30 surging down the tram tracks to
dampen the back of a stunned looking policewoman lying in a puddle,
taunted with her stolen hat like we are taunted by our futures hung out
of the top floor windows of the grand hyatt hotel like so much dirty
laundry. Melbourne is fucking crazy bastards and scrums and the most
police i have ever seen. Melbourne is australian police who look like
walking boulders who have lovely little families which make me want to
spit. Melbourne is making me listen to classical music to calm down
while waiting to be arrested. Being shocked and dazed while your father
and mother's blood pressure flows through the euphimisms and half
truths that you deliver to your friends like brown paper parcel bombs.
Melbourne is one vast fucking network of security cameras, their vision
eating through my flesh, that no bandanna can protect. melbourne
melbourne melbourne, why dont you cry when i know who you are? melbourne
the music sings to me as the keys type out the next phrase for me, im
too drunk to think, and no poison can replace this glorious feeling of
romantic anger. No one ever told me, melbourne, that glory is fear
forged by determination. I should have known that melbourne was just
bullshit, that australia was bulshit but that we were good. I should
have heard Tschalkowsky's cannons. Glory falls apart like the gilded
fake shit it is. melbourne is just a nother city, normal like its plain
clothes cops, muscles under a family shirt and haircut pushing you into
an unmarked van, then punching the shit out of you. melbourne im in
trouble, melbourne i am falling, melbourne metaphors won't save me i am
afraid and scared and worried not just for me but for my friends and for
my family and most of all for you melbourne, because i want you to see
why it happened but i know that i can't tell you. You'll just have to
try and look for yourselflf.