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Fly By Night Against the Burning of Flesh

Ethan Switch - Friday, June 6, 2003 - 12:34:03 - print it raw

Week in, week out, another family dies in the flames of a house barricaded against burglars. The very security feature which was supposed to save them another rise in their insurance premiums has made cremation that much easier to decide upon. It has been a long time since firefighters have had to pry the dead and roasted fingers of a panicked homeowner ruing the day they ever decided to install such a feature to their home. But burn they have.

Display homes are selected houses which serve as an advertising tool for companies choosing to invest some of their product in the hopes that surrounding neighbours take a fancy to the product, call for a quotation and hopefully, make a full fledged purchase of their own. The initial outlay on the company's part is relatively countered by the ratio of signups that may or may not follow as a result of their presence in the street.

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Speak! The Meat of Meats of Which There is None

Ethan Switch - Friday, May 30, 2003 - 17:44:45 - print it raw

Not more than a few twisted moments of navigation away and around the floors of the Sydney Tower—once known as the AMP Tower and the Centrepoint Tower—the Pretzel World food court people have found a rather economical solution to the problem of stray and unwanted dogs. Positioned erratically and with no regard for the sellers of The Big Issue, Pretzel World workers are doling out coupons which aren't coupons but more like that of flyers, if flyers were without scrupulous people working to use every single space of paper before them.

Shined to a high sheen gloss and soaking up but the toughest of oil stains from foreheads dripping with combination skin tones the throwaway from Pretzel World proclaims: American Dog & Drink for $4.90 followed in small print riding the bottom margin: INCLUDES: 1 American dog & sauce, 1 regular drink or coffee of your choice. Upsize for only .40c

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Disassociative Stories of a Dead Eye and Affectionate Jawline

Ethan Switch - Monday, May 26, 2003 - 15:14:40 - print it raw

A relationship exists on a subconscious level between the mind and the body during times of stress and pressure. Usually unbeknownst to the subject on which the light of the moment is cast upon, the slightest movement or inflection tells an altogether different tale to the one being spoken. Such are the giveaways and tell tale signs so given to the faces of many uncomfortable and apprentice liars. Not surprisingly, the most common of these deceptions involve the face and head area.

The relatively new Wealth Creator Magazine seems to have missed the lessons against this tell. Now into its forth issue, WCM have featured what at face value are rich men who are at odds with what is being said and what they themselves are trying to say. Gerry Harvey (Harvey Norman), Domenic Carosa (Destra), Robert Kiyosaki (My Seven Rich Dads) and now Rene Rivkin (a cigar and worry beads) have all appeared on the covers to the budding entrepreneurial magazine. Each of these men, while looking down the lens of the camera (except perhaps for Kiyosaki who looks upward with optimism), are also caressing their faces in what an editor might have thought to convey a look of contemplation or rumination.

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Postmarked Portents of Impendent Calamity

Ethan Switch - Friday, May 9, 2003 - 02:30:38 - print it raw

Lost in these days of apathy and the sheltered, the need to know the neighbours in the street. With suburbs pushing faster and faster into the destruction of the surrounding lands the desire to acknowledge the faces of the community is fading with just as much momentum.

In fact, the only time that the neighbourhood watch watches is when the neighbourhood itself becomes the focus of the spotlight following the aurally deceptive sounds of directed fire or an uncontained explosion of emotions. Not to seem distant and umbrageous, character witness accounts before the almighty lens of the broadcasting cameras recall a quiet and harmonious existence with the adjacent residents.

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Trust Your Mechanic

Belvedere Jehosophat - Tuesday, April 29, 2003 - 16:34:02 - print it raw

The state of being quarantined can be disheartening; there always exists the fear that they know something that they're not telling you. It can be as equally traumatizing to those who resisted ex-patriation as to those who are just now, upon returning to their homeland, finding themselves effectively cut off from the sweet comforts of home.

Any attempt to isolate the virus isolates the person. How does one combat this situation? In the literary world a journalist would attempt to escape and an unlettered man would attempt to write a book. Unfortunately, that world exists only in the existentialist mind.

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Caribbean Doppelganger Lost in Gilchrist

Ethan Switch - Friday, April 25, 2003 - 10:57:44 - print it raw

Double-faced men of the outer city sprawls walk amongst the plebs of urbania. Moulding and masking the scent of originality these men choose to co-exist in this world using the existence of another. Waiting for the other to crawl their way up from the obscure depths of poverty and free listings in the phone directory, they pounce at a time of high glee and popularity. Working beyond an improvement on their own lives never comes into the fore, the mere hint of which leaves them a shattered compost of dry twigs and loose pollen.

The originals have flocked to the greened and yellowed greens of the West Indies. Their poor facially structured counterparts have broken the shackles of double vision and now strut their substandard impurities across the pavements. To the uninformed and less aroused the images of which have caused a slight concern and possible hallucinations given that the cross networking odours have made breathing in that much harder.

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