So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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About the photo: It's a so peaceful shot. I have to rest there.
I don't know if you have visited my added post of jan. 20. I would like that you could visit it.
I need to express this creativity somehow because work certainly doesn't do it!
I was the cheif interview on the main story on the news last week, does that count?
I agree with Miles. 900 makes my 205 look like absolutely nothing.
Congrats.
I can really picture myself sitting on that seat and just enjoying the serenity of the place. It truly does seem like 'a seat at the edge of the world'.
That said, Errol Flynn did learn to swim there...
And I L-O-V-E Errol Flynn!!!!!!!!!!!
I think that it must be something in the Tasmanian water and fresh air...
But I do know a few Victorian males from the past, who would be wise to avail themselves of the qualities of the Tasmanian air and water, if that indeed is the outcome!!???