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She marched right in there, and she faced her darkest memory. There were no spiders on the walls, the floor, clustered in the corners. It must have just been a bad day all those years ago.

Australians Against Islam

Aussie Pride? I wish I could have Aussie Pride. It's ignorant bigots like you who leave me feeling disappointed and embarrassed. Will I be left feeling ashamed as I traipse the planet in search of cultural electrocution?

If you have a southern cross tattoo, or the aforementioned emblazoned across your back windscreen, then well done. You have just catapulted yourself straight to the top of my Never, Ever Date list!

Dish me up!

I don't care if it's all starting to sound the same, downtempo electronica done well is just too delicious to resist.

On high rotation of late:
Rufus
Ghost Loft
Bonobo
Blackmill

Yum. I can't get enough!

Manhole

As the tanker pulls into the quiet suburban street, the screeching brakes resound through the silent night. She should be in bed. They told her to go to bed. She knows now, that she should have listened. She stands in doorway, so innocent. Just a little girl. There is no hiding now. A hardened, time-worn face is illuminated in the cabin light as she sees the door swing open and a strange man climbs down from the truck. He proceeds towards the house, unhurried yet menacing. Wordless.
And she runs.




(Driving home from work tonight I passed a trucker pulled over on the side of the road with his cabin light on. Perhaps it was the dark mood evoked by a track playing on Triple J's The Sound Lab but I was weighed down heavily with eerie emotions from a terrifying dream I had as a six year old. It was a bizarre sensation and I am struck by the fact that twenty-two years later it's still so clear in my mind! And so I am compelled to jot it down.)