A Graphic Designer by day; a wild animal by night. Always on the constant search for the perfect balance of beauty and functionality....
Sydney, Australia
Joined March 2009
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Night drive through the back streets, headlights hunt the road markings, through round abouts and speed humps in the dark.
A pack of lime bikes catch my eye, face down in the nature strip, green glints cut the long grass, until the battery goes dead.
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A bread roll tumbleweed bounces across the tram tracks, chased by a gang of ibis.
MGMT drowns out the lone street violin,
parked beneath Queen Vic, played wildly.
Tourists snap the morning sun, hitting the stain glass like a rainbow symphony.
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Thought I saw Erin Patterson, filling her EV with fuel in the rain.
Thought I saw Sam Neil, eating a chicken drumstick from the brown box at Woolies.
Thought I saw Pauline and Gina honeymooning, poolside in Sicily.
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A dank mix of bin juice and frying oil,
teleports me back through the loading dock.
A paper thin shirt wrapped in plastic,
dousing stainless steel shapes under fluros.
The squeaky fat cart rolls over greasy tiles,
Braving the freezer blast for a box of 10 to 1.
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Early morning drive in. A rain drop hits the screen, contorting and evolving as the slipstream bends its perimeter.
It stays for a beat, then is wiped clean.
Returning home at dusk, a plane cuts the pastel sky. Soaring high above the traffic, set free. #craptwitterpoem
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Flying towards central, an airbus hangs southbound in the sky, talons proud.
Two owls sit stoic, perched upright, dressed in pre-war drab, bejewelled with frowns.
A parrot invades the silence, laughing at no one, black silky feathers, squawking sidewards.
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Silver starlet with sidewall damage
smoking the bags on Sussex St
Starbucks posers take selfies behind a
suit sipping a short black
Slow ambling sidewalkers create a squeeze point, oblivious to the surge of stalkers
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So I think Coles and Woolies should be made to give next years annual profit to every citizen of Australia: wolframalpha.com/input/?i=2%…
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Last train to transcentral, coffee hits bright like a bolt of world peace. An electric river in my brain, creating worlds.
The sun cuts the crisp cool morning, throwing sharp shadows on the platform. Setting saturation to stun.
But no one is here to see it.
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Train smells like aeroplane food.
Can’t hear the guard announcements over fever ray. Fluros light the passing darkness.
Gliding into Central, hooked to the handrail, Pet Shop Boys comes on.
Remembering lightly clouded blue skies, a simpler time, heading west.
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Perhaps the Reserve Bank Board members should all be forced to remortgage their houses to the average mortgage size (577k), and take a pay cut down to the average adult income (97k), and THEN have a good hard think about ways to lower inflation.
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Just found out you can now access your Google Chrome password manager in #iOS. Praise the Silicon Valley tech lords!!👏🙌👏🙌🤙
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Hey @yasisalek – do you take requests for #bandsplain? I'd love to hear an ep on INXS. And not just because I'm Australian. And live in Sydney.
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Swimming lessons at noon, sun set to burn.
We splash in the sparkled pool, mirror-shades reflect the sky. Goggles float above the waterline.
Meanwhile metres away, sausages line up to fry.
Posing with towels spread out on a concrete slab, turning every 20 mins.
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Boarding mid train, I take the usual spot.
The bench, the loaf end with the leg room.
Sitting politely, it hits by stealth. Vinegar soaked, old sock, salty, unmissable.
I don’t dare move, pinned by the stench,
Even after he is long gone, I can’t shift it.
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Hey @GrooveArmada – is there a version of 'Paper Romance' with an extended outro? I wish that outro went for like 5 minutes.
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Sunburnt by the wind, salt in my hair. Returned to familiar tracks, encircled by timeless bush, between beach & creek.
Memories shifted by time in the sand.
Ghosts in broad daylight, seen through squinted eyes in the rear vision mirror.
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