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Weekly Contest #243
Suggestion of WW2 Holocaust.A chill touched my left shoulder. I looked at the sky. Australia, for their comfort, has defined autumn as the first of March. It's easier to say the first of March rather than maybe the twentieth, the twenty-first or the twenty-second of March. I know the lack of Sun. The Sun turning its back, or shining its face, defines the season, but I was so busy last week that I did not check what time the event Autumn Equinox would occur this year! Let's see, on the twentieth of March, it happened! I looked out my window, ...
Weekly Contest #232
Warning Swearing and Violence.Mention of death and stillborn.The sky was an electrical mishmash. I felt satisfied as I veiwed, from the patio, at the freshly mowed yard, "Just in time," I thought. Hot clouds behaved like a low, hoovering helicopter. The atmosphere stuck to my arms; It felt- sinister! My thoughts hurried, "I better go inside! A flash of lightning, immediately followed by a BANG, affirmed my observation. I exclaimed, "Hell, that was close!" My hair floated out and up from airborne static. The Australian Mother Nature's li...
Weekly Contest #231
Beware Swearing.Happy New Year! I said that about 8 am. I'm not sure really of that time, as the kitchen clock hands frozen at sixteen past one, and the loungroom clock hands, fast runners, said sixteen past eight.I could not be bothered to press my phone button on, to find out the real time via satellite, as I enjoyed the quiet and solitude of the morning light, and New Year's Day is only another day. For example, if I had a partner, they would receive a kiss every morning, no extra passion on the morning of Valentine's Day! It's just anoth...
Weekly Contest #230
WarningSwearing.Possible trigger relating to domestic violence and toxic family issues1. Don't think about it!That was yesterday's list. Oh shit I'm thinking about it. Maybe number 1 should have been a little more positive - like - "Think about butterflies!" Scratch that-Number 1- Think about butterflies!2. Don't Phone!Yes, that's easy, I text. I'm glad I made that number 2. I feel like I have some success, but really- I always text! Tick that!3. Only smoke in the morning! That's a hard one. It's almost lunchtime. Can tick that, too!4. Don't...
Weekly Contest #226
Caution swearing.Read at you're own risk...I loved my new glasses. The thick black frames lounged on my nose. The plastic arms touched, not clutched. The lens allowed my peripheral vision to relax. My eyes watered a little but they had to no longer try, try real hard to read. I could even see a large protruding, unplucked hair on my upper lip! I did not have to rely so heavily on my tactile sense or memory, or my hearing to inform me of my blurry world.After drinking a couple of coffees and finding my last cigarette filter, from crawling on ...
Weekly Contest #225
@@@@÷÷÷#@###___<<=#$&&&&&&&#Warning sexuality mentioned.@@@######@@@#########@@@It was Perfect, well maybe- perhaps- possibly- it was perfect! To Claire, the environment was at equilibrium. Looked in her mirror, it swung in a two-and-fro rhythm on a solid gold chain; it was sort of hypnotic? IF you believe in that? Do you believe in that??? Perhaps you better say NO? YOU'RE MINDS TOO STRONG HUH? No, don't answer me, as far as I'm concerned it's forgotten, I've paper shredded it!Out the back yard, Claire's cl...
Weekly Contest #222
Sensitive to first nation people.Land RightsTo my son.The spirit is calling...I cannot lie, but you can! You can lie due to culture. You can lie to yourself, but I cannot. The land belongs to the people who are true owners, its not land rights, it simply belongs to the true caretakers.He said, "Love has hate, hate has love," You love something enough to hate what you do not want and that is natural!So I allow the ancestors to write, trapped from the cultures of their life wanting freedom through this wounded healer.I allow the spirits to lau...
Weekly Contest #221
CautionSwearing.Death from Cancer.Sexual references.That bag had laid next to that single bed, my single bed. It was an eternal reminder of the conflict of my life of caring, of not caring and being able to say, "I don't care!"I touched the play arrow for utube reiki on my phone, "Cleansing the Emotional Field". My emotions cannot be explained and trying to explain to others. "Them", the cause of paranoia, avoidance, pathological neglect of my heart, with the head, the ruler. As usual, I, I the culprit of that confusion, had placed a small b...
Weekly Contest #219
WarningMurder most foul.Swear words.The grey movement between branches. Continuing an eye with natural yellow eyeliner, flickered, disappearing,. Reappearing, shaking dry leaf sound of dry discoloured leaves, snap crack, then released to be airborne.The September Spring means nesting, homes and families. The observation was joyous, void of need to control, to spy, to intrude. The observation was free.To a hungry outdoor cat, the grey feathers might have felt like a good opportunity for a warm meal. Carefully, quietly seeing from different an...
Weekly Contest #218
Void. Nothing. "Don't overtink this," I thought without my mind. Permeating me, the words, "Peace, perfect peace," Blackness.Thoughts... more thoughts pervaded me. A force, like petroleum jelly, collided into me; like I was some sort of dam burst, or an accessible creek where run off from a storm rolled over children's carefully placed rocks and pebbles, in Easter school holidays, trapped guppies for their fish tanks. Rivers, Creeks, flowing, flowing, flowing as thoughts with energy. More black, more thinking. Hyper focus. No...
Weekly Contest #217
Sensitive data for Australian Aborigines.Suicide.Phenomena **************************************Australia does not have castles, nor have I ever been in a castle. The official date of European occupation occurred on the 26th of January, 1777. The dark history of colonisation started the terror forever placed in the ancestrial genetic memory of all Aboriginal people continuing today.On January 1st, 1901, a group of hairy, long bearded, glim men sweltered under canvas shelters established the Commonwealth of Australia for Whites to govern in ...
Weekly Contest #216
In the basket contained wet red cotton shorts, two black leggings pilling on the crutch, a wool blend navy jumper included in a laundry bag, nickers with various patterns and a pink dressing gown with faded coffee stains and cigarette holes. Each was lifted and left to dry in the Australian winter sun.We had had long, cold nights, westerly winds, and the adaptation was to catch the warmest part of the day and when the sun would air dry the garments.Australia has a unique washing line called the Hills hoist. Although the company closed their ...
Trigger: bad languageI needed a planned journey today. I was up early and found Google maps. Journey start? 33 Pomegranate Street, Booval. Journey destination? 35980/48 Vulture Street, Southbank. A pink window covered the instructions. I read the window expecting to see scam or span, instead, it was an invitation to try a new and experimental Google Australian Maps App. I had dressed and drank a cup of coffee. I checked the time, 11.01, I had an hour before I needed to leave. The allowance of two hours for traffic and possibility o...
Weekly Contest #208
Warning Sensitive information, sexual references, physical abuse, subtle question defaming racismI would like to tell you an elementary reading book I and others learnt how to read, in grade one, Australian primary school, over 50 years ago.Dick, the boy, and Dora, the girl, mostly ran, and Nick, their dog, mostly fetched their ball.****************************************See Dick run. See Dora run. See Dora throw the ball. See Nick run. See Nick fetch the ball.I was four years old when I mouthed the letter sounds of those above se...
Weekly Contest #207
To imply the word "facade" means cultural control. It means the ball of twine is tangled and dirty, and the culture wants to blame the cat for the abhorrent mess. The cats of the world are the most obvious blame, aren't they? So let the yod, or the finger of God, squarely point at the stereotype, the cat! The weak, the coward, choose not the internal journey of teasing out the dried leaves, spider webs, mud, and/or excrement from thyself, lest of all straightening the string. "NO," says the hive mind, readying to wre...
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