franks’ troubles, the byron pests.
Surprise surprise Frank, they said, look at what we found.
Posts tagged ‘eureka folklore’
May 28
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the bolt chewer
Lismore is a little to the west of Byron Bay - that place on the coast where everybody wears towels
the gates of mount jerusalem
An empty dumpster cannonaded past him at the bottom of a narrow passage and Berrigan glimpsed the crazy smile of the driver as he crashed past.
byron bay cops and long memories
Big fellow Ben - carries an ugly snake bite scar on his face.
the eureka slab
Carlisle only remains standing. Moving his knees and hands a little this way a little that. He sleeps.
the buffet, the blood –
Noosa. Abandoned to hope, lost to influence and old money, overbuilt and overcome. Noosa, poisoned with wealth. Noosa, the shadow home of the Kabis, stripped of its forests.
clyne’s virus, darwin’s theory.
A snake fell off a ceiling rafter and onto his desk last monday. Clyne pulled back from his keyboard and the snake whipped into his drive.
Quick as that.
feral cats, three-rubber spearguns and bush omelets. a recipe.
Heard this low growl about 2 am and looked out of the tent, saw a bloody feral cat sitting by the fire - big bastard.
lismore and the road to the sea
The provincial town, girls on horseback and another dead man.
west of byron bay
Al is a Dylan man, lifelong, plus he has no nighttime eyesight – and his emphysema betrays a swamped puddle of rotted lungs – yet he smokes and smokes.
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