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rastovich - wouldn't it be nice
Dec 15
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The pier astor byron bay
A collective drunkenness slowly took hold of the crowd as the night grew older and a group of local girls took a liking to the empty dance floor and all the eyes that surrounded it, beginning what became a stampede to rhythm as every man in the room rushed in to join them.
maurice and his white lady
He would usually brew up his White Lady at dawn, mixing a fearsome combination of banana skins, half a pint of milk and a pint of methylated spirits; and we boys used to wonder at the tumultuous state of his mind after he had sucked back this poisonous brew; when the echo of his laughter rose above the roar of the surf.
neville’s day
An attractive woman waiting in the air-conditioned luxury of a Mercedes 500SL for her husband to shower and change drew down her gold tipped cigarette in four long crackling pulls without taking her eyes off his back.
beyond the break
As he grew into a lad he lived within a skin that looked like chipped brick, and he was covered with pimples that weighed so heavy with a skinned over load of pus he looked like a young Licara Friddi, without the maturing psychopathic inhibitions.
hard travelling
The Insight 6’2’ tied onto the roof has yellowed badly in the three weeks he has been travelling and molten wax has dripped off it and pooled onto the hood. A thousand highway bugs have died there, stuckfast husks with their transit lives windblasted away.
flathead with shaved garlic and sprig of thyme
We could never figure out where he lived down there, probably in a bark hut in behind the high dunes, sometimes we would see a thin trail of smoke coming up out of the bush behind the curve in the morning. Had to be him, cooking breakfast.
property for sale – northern rivers
The 10 hectares available for sale is somewhat infected by a wild marijuana growth on its borders that may be the result of windblown seed contamination from the distant Nimbin communes.
from bondi to the bower
Five warrior bikers on their way into the café stopped on the footpath, and they too turned towards the car as we slid away, their faces expressionless; massive men, armour plated under their jackets, brutal men, fear mongers.
captain james cook – he came late and didn’t stay long
The esteem in which he was nevertheless held by the Hawaiians resulted in his body being retained by their chiefs and elders. Following the practice of the time, Cook's body underwent funerary rituals similar to those reserved for the chiefs and highest elders of the society. The body was disembowelled, baked to facilitate removal of the flesh, and the bones were carefully cleaned for preservation as religious icons in a fashion somewhat reminiscent of the treatment of European saints in the Middle Ages.
fast food – latkes
He’s using the grill of a Chrysler 300/300c as a grill top, which makes sense, and for his pans he’s got a couple of full moon hubcaps, nicely chromed.
mona vale surfclub, and eric the caretaker
‘ Have a f.cken look at this will yez! Those f.cken c.nts must live up to their ears in shit to be able to make a f.cken mess like this. F.cken dunno why the f.cken committee keeps f.cken doin’ this, all they f.cken do is f.cken break every f.cken thing every f.cken time. C.nts! '
shaper builder
Ray had no schedules; he would to wander in and out of building commitments as often as the weather changed and he was fearsomely unapologetic for missed appointments and delivery times
rip and tear
Down it went, and up he stood trying to negate the damage - It crackled he said, and I could hear the flesh tearing. Good old dave, always one for histrionics when faced with an immediate dismemberment.
victor borge does phonetics, and had a rose named after him
victor borge - 'occasionally, a finger comes up to wipe a tear [of laughter] from the eye... and that's my reward' - this does it every time.
the surfers reunion
How his bed smells in the mornings, and his clothes are always stained. His mind is loosening so quickly now and his conversation rambles here and there, flicking between fiction and reality, and he drinks far too much, every day.
the neighbour’s boy
And after they have gone Max’s father patrols the dark streets and collects his own collateral, dumped surfboards. He usually collects a couple each year, and after three years of hard looking he found what looked like an old MP Fangtail, ridden to the death, but still in one yellowed and bruised piece.
einstein on the beach
some music in almost un-listenable, excruciating, tuneless, repetitive, unimaginative, insulting, juvenile, over the top, experimental, punishing, metronomic, pulselike, pianos being played like guitars, unbearable, rubbish, altogether MINIMALIST.
enjoy ...
dinner on the manning: whiting with honey and chili dust
Frank introduced us to the River the day after we took him home from the Harrington pub, the day he had been beaten insensible by the three dark men who had travelled up from Sydney looking for the local plantation. Three bikers.
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