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Author Name: Lady Sweets

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Is simple.

 

From many years of experience.

 

 

Boiled down to the essence...

 

I'll fuck anything that moves!

 

 

Did you know he helped develop the 2 litre cask of fine wine?

 

Was in Eildon Road on a sunny winters afternoon with Frugal and Ryder enjoying the sweet taste of Langwarra flagon ($2.42 a bottle) when a knock on the door.

 

Survey person knocked on the door, and I believe it was I who moved the empties aside to open the door.

"What was our opinion on cask wine?"

It was fine; drank it all the time.

 

"Would we be interested in fine wine in a cask wine store?"

 

Hmmm...  needed to ask the boys? Whadday ya reckon?

"How much?"

"How good the wine?"

 

Ah, yes, we would be interested. The surveyman put the tick in the box.

 

And in a few months there it was in the POW bottle shop; 2 litre fine wine. In casks.

 

The Cap'n? Well he was the soundtrack that made the surveyman popping looks over my shoulder into our bottle crowded living room...

 

Our heads our only house until it rains...

The terrifying vistas of childhood
and the futility of adulthood.

Contrary to popular belief there are no aliens. At least not from another planet or anything. Also there is no Us or Them. There is only you and you and you. Different scales. Different times. Different spaces. Yes Chato you and John Howard are inextricably linked. There is no environment either. There is no planet to save. There is never ending change however. There is something that might be called a god and she/he sleeps. In his/her dream anything is possible. Every night the god can dream whatever it wants and in a the sleep of one might can dream a 100 or a 1000 years or however long it desired. After fulfilling every fantasy in theses dreams they eventually became boring. So dreaming about exciting things in life threatening situations became entertaining for awhile but there but this too became dull. There was no threat really. So this god chose to forget that it was dreaming. To forget that it was a god and that it was dreaming. This made the dream much more exciting. The dream was remembered when the god awoke but every night the god sleeps, and dreams forgetful dreams.

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