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In revolutions authority remains with the greatest scoundrels.

Yes Ezra, there is a Santa Claus.

Five days of power before you crash.

Manly Ferry. Sydney Harbour, Sydney. September 2012. Street Song , Thom Gunn I am too young to grow a beard But yes man it was me you heard In dirty denim and dark glasses. I look through everyone who passes But ask him clear, I do not plead, Keys Lids acid and speed. My grass is not oregano. Some of it grew in Mexico. You cannot guess the weed I hold, Clara Green, Acapulco Gold, Panama Red, you name it man, Best on the street since I began. My methedrine, my double-sun, Will give you too lives in your one, Five days of power before you crash. At which time use these lumps of hash - They burn so sweet, they smoke so smooth, They make you sharper while they soothe. Now here, the best I've got to show, Made by a righteous cat I know. Pure acid - it will scrape your brain, And make it something else again. Call it heaven, call it hell, Join me and see the world I sell. Join me, and I will take you there, Your head will cut out from your hair Into whi...

He who risks and fails can be forgiven. He who never risks and never fails is a failure in his whole being.

Beach-coming weather?

No two persons ever read the same book.

Dozing gator. Taronga Park Zoo, Sydney. September 2012. The Milkman in the Night , Andrey Kurkov Andrey Kurkov is my favourite author of post-Soviet blackly comic, absurdist tales. This isn't really his best (a little too much telling rather than showing for my taste), but it is an enjoyable little romp through modern-day Kyev. C+

I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.

Ez gets close and personal with the rather innovative water feature in Darlin Harbour, Sydney.

Audacity, more audacity, always audacity.

SHARK! Manly Sea Aquarium, Manly. Sydney. September 2012. Theme Thursday again and I am challenged by the theme of ANGELS. Well, I don't know any ANGELS and I'm not certain that I've ever met one. Which is why I've written a story, maybe it's a parable. Anyway, I call it Simon's Wife . Simon’s wife often thought of Simon as she did the dog that she had as a young woman, a German shorthaired pointer named The Black Prince . Like The Black Prince , Simon was loyal energetic and enthusiastic. However, also like The Black Prince , Simon could be needy, aggravating, over familiar and often trailed a distasteful smell about him. Helpfully, many of the skills and techniques that Simon’s wife applied to the day-to-day handling and management of The Black Prince were equally useful and applicable to Simon. Tone of voice, consistent and poised body language was critical. Whenever The Black Prince became a little too boisterous or even a little too frisky, Simon’...

There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.

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