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This side of the black stump. Somewhere on the Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. I'm not certain if I'm refined or not. On the matter of girls who buck and bite, well, I think that they have their charms... the boys i mean are not refined , e e cummings The boys i mean are not refined They go with girls who buck and bite They do not give a fuck for luck They hump them thirteen times a night One hangs a hat upon her tit One carves a cross on her behind They do not give a shit for wit The boys i mean are not refined They come with girls who bite and buck Who cannot read and cannot write Who laugh like they would fall apart And masturbate with dynamite The boys i mean are not refined They cannot chat of that and this They do not give a fart for art They kill like you would take a piss They speak whatever's on their mind They do whatever's in their pants The boys i mean are not refined They shake the mountains when they dance

Fence. Primrose Sands, Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... The pleasures and perils of the open-plan office. 'Our Mothers, Our Fathers': Next-Generation WWII Atonement in Germany. Is There Life After Fifty for a Songwriter? 15 Spectacular Hidden Beaches. Go #7! Hagfish slime: The clothing of the future? The Dapper Rebels of Los Angeles, 1966. A Man of His Time: ‘Karl Marx,’ by Jonathan Sperber. Tres cool! Paris 1900-2013 en photos : pilotez notre fabuleuse machine à remonter le temps . The Greatest Unfortunately Timed Baseball Screenshot Ever. Have We Evolved to Be Nasty or Nice?

One month after some other bushfire. Primrose Sands, the Forestier Peninsula. February 2013. The Road , Cormac McCarthy: Heartbreaking post-apocalyptic tale of father and son. Not much more than you can say than it is an emotionally shattering fable yet. Cold, hard and painful. Wonderful! A+ . Nabokov's Quartet , Vladimir Nabokov: A collection of four of Nabokov's short stories, published late in his life. I really liked the first one, which offers a lovely psychological depiction of a flawed fellow in a tricky situation. Two others I enjoyed, another less so. Decent. C+ .

I believe that this one is called Weeping Willow With Worrisome Wombat .