wealth, it knows me not.
So sweat on localism, get in for your goodly share, there’s more of you than them.
Oct 28
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one thousand years – john’s eternity
We had nothing but hunger and greed and the tracks we laid are now highways.
andy c and the bikini bottom
Nobody was sexist in the 60's - that came with freedom of expression.
how to behave socially if you are a surfer (amended)
The rules of social engagement for the surfer on the town.
the slaughterhouse, the cooking room.
A dark passageway, all the walls wet and over there a young man racking up a firehose. He watches you pass by. The smell in here is overpowering.
the engine fitter
Wordless, he beat Vince insensible, and then left him by the roadside. Roadkill.
justin beiber, his sorrow, and what it means to professional surfing
Justin Beiber doesn't surf, yet - but he might.
remembering crankin ‘baa
I’ll stick with the pros, jews and prostitutes, after all, Bondi is my background.
mona vale – a slide show
The man had grabbed at the girls' bikini bottom and yanked it off.
erin and the idealogy of hate
We would croon soft and intimate abuse as he raged back at us for our illegitimate insults; us, the founding Bondi Fascista.
why chicks don’t dig you – the body
Women don't look at men with the same hot-blooded concentration as we do them, this is anthropoligical. A man's glance is like a searchlight, it always goes the same route when it's switched on.
surfing journalism – where is the truth?
The secret surf corporation agenda - exposed here.
