Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Sunday, September 04, 2016
the cat in the hat
Yer, i know ... costumes.
Background; have a tendency to wander around op-shops, Found this hat. Merh.
What were the guns for?? Natalie, once upon a time was an 'actor' on stage .. one of those people who tried to create a "willing suspension of dis-befief" ... everything was fake.
Natalie - the .45 pistol is a non functioning replica .. the horse and rider is real (Me and a horse called 'Mistre'); the rifle is something that i made out of wood.
Could, actually, tell you a story about when my house was invaded by "real" persons wearing black uniforms, and with "real" weapons strapped to the thigh ... all because i called the local plods to tell them that was experimenting with little bombs for an 'arts' project ..
Scary. when they turn up at 10.30pm on a Saturday night. Anyhoo, all was resolved peacefully ... more or less. The funny part of it was that self apparently scattered a sprinkling of 'silver glitter' over one of the "blacksuits" ..
Um, Natalie .. there was a discussion in the house because the local plods could not get "mobile" phone connections; so had to use my landline. Did ask if if i could get recompense .. but apparently there's a "charge" against me for 'dry cleaning'. Apparently spread too much "silver glitter" on the Blacksuit ... oops.
Tall lean in the saddle, steely grey eyes as he rode into town in a cloud of dust..Bo horse- just a cloud of dust, Yioks tantivy tallyho and all that damn rot .Wot!!
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What were the guns for? Nice pictures.
What were the guns for?? Natalie, once upon a time was an 'actor' on stage .. one of those people who tried to create a "willing suspension of dis-befief" ... everything was fake.
Natalie - the .45 pistol is a non functioning replica .. the horse and rider is real (Me and a horse called 'Mistre'); the rifle is something that i made out of wood.
Could, actually, tell you a story about when my house was invaded by "real" persons wearing black uniforms, and with "real" weapons strapped to the thigh ... all because i called the local plods to tell them that was experimenting with little bombs for an 'arts' project ..
Scary. when they turn up at 10.30pm on a Saturday night. Anyhoo, all was resolved peacefully ... more or less. The funny part of it was that self apparently scattered a sprinkling of 'silver glitter' over one of the "blacksuits" ..
Hope the sparkles made the plods acquire a sense of humour!
Dunno, really, Natalie .. am not there anymore. Hopefully will be remembered in that locality, and local 'folklore' as 'the Glitter bomber' .. heh.
Um, Natalie .. there was a discussion in the house because the local plods could not get "mobile" phone connections; so had to use my landline.
Did ask if if i could get recompense .. but apparently there's a "charge" against me for 'dry cleaning'. Apparently spread too much "silver glitter" on the Blacksuit ... oops.
Tall lean in the saddle, steely grey eyes as he rode into town in a cloud of dust..Bo horse- just a cloud of dust, Yioks tantivy tallyho and all that damn rot .Wot!!
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