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  • Lost My Shirt Loss

    Julie Reshe is an internationally renowned professor specialising in philosophy, psychoanalysis, neuroscience and art, and we’re not. the not-not. Love the Facebook Loss suggested page ads. Julie and I had a hot hack together.  Big hello to all my stuffed… Continue reading

  • Flash non fiction: Pictures or It Didn't Happen

    I’m running late as per usual for officiated things. I’m doing an incremental move of house and I just did my heavy stuff so I slept at the new place last night for the first time. There were no device… Continue reading

  • Stuffed Shirt Cause Celebre Survivor of Loss

    This my page. It too should be celebrated just generally by my broader network. Notwithstanding a Sunday intake without advocate representation I have been mostly without psychiatric medication for coming close to a year with an original diagnosis of lifelong… Continue reading

  • Cybyllinity

    smoke double scroll I see the fb phone browser when I close eyes just for a few moments. I was just closing eyes and a beautiful black and white tight mesh appeared with faint green stars and then I had… Continue reading

  • Time Based Synaesthesia, Spacetime Identity and Uchromia

    we-over there felt skin ante meridien at 9/ 8 musical time signature of some electroswing version of pistachio dolphin street bruised-bouyant in a just-right heated seasalt water pool but that was yesterday though/ if immanence is cosmological then tonight’s half-moon… Continue reading

  • Poem: Trapeze as Mode

    Scalding water and my limbs folded clattering round Rib cages caught as a blushing stage magician stuck mid trick. An acumen of fingers looped, released to the nightly preparation for death, who is far more impatient than even me. Philosophers… Continue reading

  • Flash Fiction: Houmed

    Home is a forest romance. House is linear. The wood panelling at my place is made of aluminum. Nice fake forest romance. Aluminium forests are growing. Reused brick appeals. I might get a fake chimney at mine churning out firewood… Continue reading

  • Memoir: Moveable Marronage

    Just checking out removalists for the final move. My housed moves started at emergency level Warwick Farm Grandstand Motel. What a dive. Then halfwaying at Harris Park where there was a Neo Nazi, a few ultrapatriots with southern cross tatts… Continue reading

  • Unrecovery: Poetry First

    Everywhere I go a poet has been before me – Sigmund Freud Dear Dr blablabla After close to a year of non compliance to state polypharmacy the transformation of my life has improved for the better. Tapering off was slow.… Continue reading

  • Unrecovery: Example of Truth Procedure

    I went through a bad spike last night. it lasted for about a minute. I wrote down the experience in a couple of paragraphs.my gambit is that if I name it as objectively as I can and sit through it… Continue reading