Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 14 October, 2008 - 07:06:22 - print it raw
Copy paper, or any stock paper delivered in envelopes or from a summons, makes do for substitute toilet paper. In times of frugality and a rough adventure of the back end, all it takes is a little crumple power and patience.
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Ethan Switch - Tuesday, 20 May, 2008 - 19:45:16 - print it raw
Little boxes on cable wires. Little boxes on the building site. Little boxes riding up and down all day long. In hospitals and on train station platforms. Even in posh, three-storey, marble made estates — where maids sponge the crevices behind your knees with oils squeezed from virgin beans off a private isle along Kangaroo Island.
Little boxes known as lifts. Or elevators. Death traps of mirror dull metal work. Dungeon of the social interactive scene and in many office environments, the closest thing to a standing hallway jousting match.
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Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 20 February, 2008 - 05:57:29 - print it raw
Look for that Exit sign above the door. Broke on a fall, two legs for most and a door knob boring into the ground. Twisting and turning, catching the latch quick on the upturn. You cannot wait to leave if you only wait to leave now.
Sounds like hope. It really does. Only problem is that hope is a deaf boy sitting, signaling black into the corners of the elbow. Sounds of false reason ready to scratch and rip with an almighty wind. Takes what little breath remains. Heartless hopelessness. Sounds like every other day.
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Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 4 July, 2007 - 19:50:26 - print it raw
Hearts set aflutter with the butter and oils by the camp side fire. Fluttering and drooling with the rotation of each turn on the spit. And there it is, there be it with a warm glow about its very essence. Hold the core and squeeze for the juices as there is only a need for more when the tasting begins.
Sweet tasting as it will be and as it ever is to be. For this is what reams a seemingly paltry beat.
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Belvedere Jehosophat - Wednesday, 13 June, 2007 - 19:35:51 - print it raw
Picked from the flesh of fat fingers, a few morsels of skin and hair make it into a charity plate circulated at the weekly (Wednesdays, 8pm) vainglory meeting. Tilted glasses are in- and re-introduced to fat mouths. The teeth hidden within are a delight — bites so clean and sterile.
Xenophobic antibody factories pump out mechanical, automated defences — Standard Operating Procedure — that, with no regard for cost, guard borders, push bookcases up against doors, grip shotgun shells and dock to foreign diluents, disabling, tormenting and mutilating foreign vectors.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, 18 May, 2007 - 23:40:03 - print it raw
City walkers and the charity muggers, of good causes and not so not-for-profit organisations. Walking and beating the streets with hands out and clipboard at the steady ready. Walk too close and be caught into the spiral of spin, watching on as the others around find themselves passing by, sweating off their brows, saved for another day.
Looking like a jerk and saying "No thanks you mung bean muncher" is one thing. A skill for those with no compunction for the workers below the ever breaking leather belt line. Talking with an excuse to not talk, a hard effort for some.
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