Ancient apercus from March 2007

Bathroom floors are clean on the mountainside

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, March 28, 2007 - 23:42:54

Scrubbing a dub version, they rub and snub the wet ones, the weak ones, the ones what have ears sticking out the wazoo. No ears to hear them get off with their heads and off their heads.

Out cold on the ground, where the cracks in the soil leave much to be buried. Between the plates, inside the inches to take hands off at the wrist, a blackness where the void is only as deep as the thought of going home.

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Politics, polling and a little protest proclamation for people

Ethan Switch - Friday, March 23, 2007 - 10:26:22

Saturday across New South Wales this coming and the State elections hamming up sweaty lines. Mighty fine grime covered people will out and turn in their voices to either re-elect the Labour government headed by Morris Iemma. Or switch track, signal an upcoming polar flip with the future choice of Federal and protest with a slide in of Liberals behind Peter Debnam.

Either way the protest falls, each and every one is open to make their statements known.

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End up face down in the road

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, March 21, 2007 - 23:35:00

Dragging both heels as the legs fight against the grain, exertion to exhaustion lets out a whimpering fart. Smearing the odour of faith from the mouth of the rear and the fungus of fear turns out a meager bag of paper. A carrier holding onto the last remnants of toe nails ditched high into the lob of the camp fire.

Awe is out but for the respect of knowing the difference between the sleeping, the comatose and the gradually dying. Where the line crosses starts with the beat of the heart, softer and softer to the point of no return.

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Watching, reflecting, scraping these smiles

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, March 14, 2007 - 23:51:42

Delirium rings the bell that shatters the moist underlay. Soggy from the marsh, and sopping in the dissent of dry dock, the day is raw with a shine that leaves salt under the flaps of the eyelids. Caustic, itching, and slightly disturbing to the touch, it's a case of finding the right angle of vision to cast the gaze upon.

Across the water of the standing pool, where the wash of meat and feet gather to clump a mighty fine resource for dysentery, a skimming of the supply is enough to move about the foreigners from the eyes. Nice enough for the effect, its very application is a sore point. Smooth and sticky flowing free from the continued application of curiousity.

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Modern day explosionists and their distractions

Ethan Switch - Friday, March 9, 2007 - 23:47:17

See something, say something, do the work they know you may very well do for them. Campaign for the commuters against terrorism and such. They not otherwise taken by hours of lost sleep drooling on the shoulders of strangers and finding spasm attacks in the middle of a nap.

Observational black walks spot a mysterious and crafty munk of air quality control testing equipment currently holding tight to a pillar at Cityrail's Town Hall Station in Sydney.

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Putting lost heads in jars down endless stairs

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, March 7, 2007 - 23:54:41

Fresh from baking under the morning sun, energy flows a quick and meaningful pace as the blackness sets unexpectedly across the field of vision. At once a blind proposition facing the curve in the stream and the instantaneous snap back gawping at the heavens, parched of the flavourless nectar.

Crick two three and a slip of the tongue catches a throttle, heavy in might with all sorts of thrust. Black covers slowly, loudly and the crowd sits in awe, wondering and taking notes on where to take the next day.

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