Category Archives: Messengers Falling To Our Aid

Night In Teh Truck

Monday, 17th September.

In The Truck, 17 Sept 2012

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Henry Miller chalkage

Discordian chalkage

(FB photo album & photo archive of the notorious/legendary February PermOcc.)

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Occupy McFarland St Treehouse aka Sarah’s Housewarming

Friday, 2nd December.

Why can't the clear-eyed Bodhisattvas sever the red thread?

Morning @ McFarland St

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Luke Hand’s Opening

Wednesday, 30th November.

Sign Of Maturity

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OM @ Treasury Gardens, Continued

Thursday, 17th November.

OM @ Treasury Gardens, 17th Nov 2011: I am here because the world is in crisis, and no government will take responsibility.

EVERYTHING IS OKAY

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Fifth Of November

CEN***SHIP IS F**KED

Do you have a permit to advertise on that bike that belongs to you?

Kev + sign + things: arrest this man

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Sat With My Legs Over The Gateposts Out The Front Of My House This Afternoon

Wondering if I’d lost my shiny new job due to being too discombobulated, a random passing woman stopped and said to me, randomly, “You could totally get a job as a gate.”

I was unsure how to respond to this.

“Y’know, if you ever need one,” she clarified.

I was skeptical. I couldn’t raise my legs like a tollbar. I actually tried. But then it occurred to me that – although it was slightly awkward – I could swing them to one side.

“See, there’s always an angle,” she said.

As randoms who approach you for no ostensive reason when you’re tripped-out mental invariably seem to be, she was dead on the money.

(Previously; previously.)

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