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the ediotor:
diversifying dog assets becoming closer to our fanbase learning to ride the waves of the future expanding into new markets now every day is a new dog i cant think what else to wrrrite

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beautiful i think i said to your wrists as they prayed and prayed as they hanged upon my style below the opened mother of pearl so silent it sung on me the lyrics were just so perfectly un-pure but so pure on me knelt in prayer i think you were the oor is so cold to your knees and so is life anytime you aren't (singing) under me

(a poem by l a obrien)

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imagine by jom lennnonnn by luke midowrth

'imagine an incredible future in which all neighbourhoods in a city would have tiny automated scent-producing machines hooked up to a computer that keeps track of median house prices. the devices would produce a scent 24 hours a day that would permeate the streets and the pleasantness of the fragrance would be inversely proportional to the market value of real estate in the area . this would even out the demand for the housing stock of the city and encourage new construction in wildly experimental architectural styles . perfect equilibrium, every place is different and desirable in different ways... the beauty of the manors and tree-lined avenues tempered by poop smells . the scent of roses and nutmeg drifting through the slums . a better world for our children'

a better world for our children

better world

for our children

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kew junction

by

MUGSY ANDERSON

we
could

are watching a movie on a laptop in your bed in the inner north of melbourne. we

be here, in any movie theatre in the city or even at the stupid giant television screen in kew, watching ads for cars with the dancing man nearby. either way i'm really watching the distance between you & me i'm imagining it getting smaller & smaller like how the darkness disappears as the sun rises in fantasia or the shadow of the anvil that plagues wile e. coyote. it is a cartoon-like disappearance: elegant & full of promise or just an inevitability, physics in other words i am loving the memory of our closeness, a place where it seems like we could have stayed or perhaps should have. because that closeness cannot exist outside itself. its a changeover moment of togetherness: one of us is day, the other is night & we chase each other in these eeting moments that bind us please can we nd the place where it is sunset all day long. i want to hold your face in the twilight & put my hands all over you, hide in the curve between your shoulders like it is my own disney hillside & the sun will fade while i take deep breaths of you i am watching us, yelling at the screen to our past selves. but we are in real life. we seem as absurd as advertisements for toyota cars. we are as absurd & stupid as a bring it on sequel, or a legally blonde musical. i know all the lines & i know what comes next. this is the part with a million miles between us

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NABIL EL MALTI

A rue at the camaraderie of yore

if he could, this is what would

Livin lively, talkin jively. Trying to slow my head down. They're all squares. Four straight sides. Not a rounded edge on em, i'll tell ya that at no surcharge. Racing through the narrows, darting straight as arrows, perplexing nearby sparrows. The direction seems somewhat incoherent at this interval would you not also decipher such inadequacies when placed in such a circumstance? What was I to do. It's sink. Or it's swim. I know and you know it and the whole freakin palace knows it, but god only knows why i'm being tired for it. ~ They laugh & giggle in their desk Thirty dirty riddles,

nudity and the rest

thunderbirds a'blazing spell-bound, amazing all the wonders, the delights, frankly superceded knowingly and in spite of all good yonder. ~ Unimaginably scarce, so scarce you'd bare know it's there my friend. There ain't nothin like it i'm tellin ya. They don't come any more inconspicuous. This ganj here is guaranteed to pass by any schmo's sensory palate without the slightest detection. A freakin guarantee. And let's not be confusin ourselves to think that it's covert chemistry is a function of it's poignancy. This has the same, if not better, hit than any shit on the streets.

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~ Hundreds of minds chasing me, relentless judgement relentless comment, relentless input. Relent! Here I confess my hundred fty sins, and all occasions of behaviour likewise blasphemous. ~ Nay, my son. Your path is merely a strand of metaphysical imaginary thought. Just an aspect, a fragment of intangible stuff. Do not make out to be so that you are something of too great a signicance in this life, as good fortune is not likely your prize in communicating so. Modesty is the key to any success in this world. Whilst modesty might not always get you into best this or the fanciest that, it will always guarantee your back. An immodest man, if he is clever, is always looking behind him. Forever restless over the thought that his ostentatious ways have provoked an otherwise sane man into doin the number on him. However if he's not clever that's a different circumstance altogether. But almost all humans are clever don't you forget that, either. Most humans are very similar, and are deluded in assuming such a degree of individuality in themselves and others. But a modest man, my child, can be condent within himself and his surroundings. Condent not in a selsh way, condent merely in the availability of simple

happiness.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~holy sift!

written by

FUMA L A BUMA
im like this funny dust. my bowels are past again. it is li kely from recent bout of drinking alkohol. word which comes from arabic. dont remember.what it means. i am in love with all of you. already. no matter. its four eleven. how doth one exalt to the material vessel of another conveyance whilst leaving. ones own to ills ignoble and with sinister intent from the human side of things. leftside section of my head and face feels dead. when u yell at me, ur barking up filosophy. my beloveds azure arms from the unoccluded pedestal of the night, we brave a course for falling by standing

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irl is like-grey-scale to an imagination great like the dreamy otherness of the INTERNET

(just a kind tangent from the editor)

url or gtfo

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A Casual Encounter
Inhaling undiscovered fantasies Open your mouth Suffocate from the lack of praise Wear your organs as accessories Show the world what your made of Truly Open your mind Let in peace and quiet For once in your fucking life you listen to the sweet sound of nothingness Finally you fucking enjoy yoursolitude away from their ignorance Open your legs, bitch. d

BY BOBBI PIN

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DAVID TRANS

what is happening in july??

do you know what happens in july

a lot happens depending on where you are in the world there are many seasons in many places

sometimes not even quadriseasonal

sometimes its just two seasons or something

it can seem pretty fricked up but thats the way the world works its beautiful

pt 2.
i am riding my bike downtown to meet my friend at a caf just two suburbs out from where i live in total i pass through three suburbs mine, the one inbetween, and the one where the cafe is i have thought, what if someone started disseminating suburban lies and suburban guilt, introducing intersuburban unrest into the area clustered around where i live that would probably not be a good thing at all i would probably have to ride around the militarised ideological borders just in case young parents and their children might start attacking me with some sincerity and hope for the future it would take me maybe twice or three times as long to get the caf in that case, maybe suburban peace is good after all

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WEET BIX SCUTTS ___I-ROTE-A

i rote a match box 20 poem i read it to my dad in the car on the way to the shops dad said son wat do u think ur doin keep it down im drivin i bought mushrooms and spinach and sweet potato i cooked it all for rob tomas and left it in his mail box i want the next matchbox 20 colab track to be called weetbix by matchbox 20 and weet bix scutts

im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana im ten times better than santana

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ways that I am neurotic

by platinum bong i want the ability to properly navigate your desktop i want to be the mouse under your palm falling is a kind of terrifying thought, i guess, but not if you were only falling off to a tiny sleep i am right now riding a train w my friends and we are locked in and laughing about something and it is dark outside because it is night time i hate sticky things bc i am scared they are germy i am melting and drippin

i am blood on the knife

wow plunge me back into your chest i love all this cool music i am rising higher and higher i can't keep up i will eat the blue sky but leave the white uffy clouds for you bc i know u like them best then we will go to sleep in the gleaming sun we plummet, eating each others wings rolling under fruit trees, wow we are so full ill pick u the golden sunowers dead under the train and we will sit in the backyard smoking cigarettes rolling, rolling you stand up to inspect a smashed watermelon but i cnt b bothered bc smashed watermelons are boring and i hate boring things e.g birthday cakes that read 'where is mummy' we are running and it is sunny on gooch st atm we are going faster in this care and we will race all day bc we love it i am going to the sea to eat more leave me along unless you are hungry too i am diving into the water and eating at the same time i hope i do not drown how boring it would be to want to die you are my mummy save me from how bored i am

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1 Victoria
Time agin is like opening a teapot to star anise Floating, brewing, seasoning a royal taste In another life I imagine a good queen To take the lid and place a crown on the rim To stare through gold into a pot To look upon the stars and dip your toes into their brew And there they were- night blue and golden at the end of Earth Her name meets all corners of a triangle Ten ngers in the dead sea Heard counting in threes And folding together as clay in the gift of daily dew She asks when you last saw sun, and though you know it's been and gone, you can't recall he colour Think as much, you only know the dark long hair of Rapunzel Floating as a blanket, as the star anise Coating in orbit the glaze of the lidless pot Grasping at the handle and foding hopeful lips over steam That rises wistfully Mixing with the star anise And the turning of the sky And the shimmer on the sea

We begin again, a new day in the dark and Just out of reach you see a kiln with three corners The shuddered cold feathers The shake of blue re

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2. Timparr
timparr and swim between the breasts aoat in the shallow of a ribcage and doting on the buoyant esh corduroy and sin of man blood and skin and sky retained by a smaller nostril are and a slight hiss timparr along the bristling wave of a woman and a man goodnight friend

A POEM BY MADDI SMTH IN 2 PRTS

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a poem PIZZA CAT

by

The urgency with which my Charcoal heart struggles to Break through flesh and bone, To reach you, entering through Warm parted lips, my frantic Teeth and tongueI fuck you with such reverence It scares me. My heart in your throat grows Old and sweet with care, Pressed to you, my body is Burning again. I have crossed a secret unnamed Threshold and in the dark I Feel for your fingers but cannot ReachThe fear comes last.

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ibis nixon makes me violent

by BEE

EEF

in diesel performs a rendition of ave maria

accompanied by the rock on an oversized harp at the crescendo, the rock exes his white shirt explodes into tiny fragments which in turn become butteries, uttering towards the skylight it's unclear whether or not the rock was wearing a shirt that consisted of

stitched together live butteries

the number one most important factor when committing a crime is to maximise your cool potential the calculation is simple coolness of crime = fastness of car x not giving a fuck-ness the rest is arbitrary committing an un-cool crime really quite terrible it's just Not On it's for poors poors are animals like meerkats who cares what a meerkat needs who cares about the insights of a meerkat who's going to fuck a meerkat not me

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(....continued)

drugs are gross the worst drugs are the ones that make you feel intense solidarity with other people a type of solidarity that can't be expressed physically post-sexual just wanna go ham why can't we do this ourselves why can't we have a world built on such a psychology but no we've got shit to do things to dene ourselves by people to hate for reasons vulgar

through the internet we can now ritualise human contact into a m e t h o d i c a l pattern of shit to do checking the feeds it's really dangerous it make loneliness too tolerable too easy when you realise you've fallen into the trap when you're scared of talking to your friends when you're unemployed and haven't left the house in a week you check your feeds

harder
looking for something that little bit of naivety you had

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l a obrien writes once more and that is all

fall-ing then

a small cry

upon her breast (and her shoulder) then on her little stomach a cursing came, from the distance You Unhappy The Happy she said and Happy The Unto mean that love is her sweeter melancholy and her cry is even smaller then and fall-ing then on my cheek now is the tear made of the saddest joy it is a parcel i weaved myself out of my own silk my heart excretes

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art here by bobbi pinn

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what <3 u

by

sadie clock

in this is earthly sense is what makes you the human object of my love and adoration its your glowing heart and how it permeates across your pearl skin i love your pearl skin it is the perfect wrapping for such a poetic soul i love it when it stretches with your smile because it sinks me and when your eyes glisten it is gratuitous because it's cinematic i love your words when you bind them and free them upon me only you have made me swoon it is only you that has me feel mused i am bleeding with how you inspire me and how you fuck me makes my heart brave and inspired when you lick me with that clever, sassy tongue and you put that cigarette out on the world behind you that you passionately hate it is beautiful that you can have re and that it is passion similar to mine but not so much that it's biding on one another i am in love with everything about you every day

i could go on for years

:)

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so im no fillipino grass sinclair but i occasionally whiff some guchie --here's one: Massuman Curry LYDHSAY HARPER
-I just had this dream and it goes a little something like this: It was a dusty hot afternoon in Bondi Junction (a city near the ocean) The year was 2025 I was in a great concrete hall waiting to trade in my coupons with the mothers and the businessmen At this hour the sunlight came down low and everything changed The whole lighting of the planet distorted into a high static, bright nightmare, The kind of light you'd think heaven was made of, But here in this concrete jungle it was like being on mars. The announcement was made Only some understood For the rest it would take sometime for it to sink in We all had until sunset before we would be abandoned and then taken In the dream I was actually with you and a child And then i lost you Everyone went mad The spirit of punk was back in style Everyone wanted to destroy everyThing and while you and i both understood why We just wanted to get to safety and i desperately wanted to find a way out of this Somewhere to hide Somewhere they wouldn't look I needed to attend to my family of course But they were unreachable i couldn't find them And by sundown

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I was in the suburbs and i was crawling in the backstreets I snuck into an abandoned apartment block I opened the back door and walked into a shopping mall A mass of people had piled everything they coudl find up around the outer edges of the place As i walked to them A blue light came over me and i knew i was on the ship but it wasn't a ship More like being inside a fancy boat red carpet. wooden furniture. white tablecloths. flowers in glass flute jars. people were talking. Trying to be calm. The only light; A fluorescent search flashlight shone from above. The opalescent tablecloths and the red roses. -I look around I'm not just going to watch this happen even if i die after a few hours of walking around i find you and i'm so happy and we're passionate and then i say sorry and tell you i have to get to the bottom of this then i keep going Until i come to the end of a hall way which turns down another corridor with no lights. and to some doors. open the door darkness. i walk in there are steps marble steps with blood on them more turns and marble corridors more blood until i come to a big wooden door I open it slowly and i see inside two men

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playing a game with wooden sticks in the moonlit study it is a huge study room the walls covered in shelves with old books the only wall unshelved is a giant window to let the moonlight in and i then i see that it is actually the earth and these two men are playing hockey these two gentlemen champagne glowing while they make banter of us all. and they bought us they bought the whole race and i knew i was going to die so i woke up and then i was angry so I charged my phone and using the app I paid for delivery.

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DAVID TRAN

low blood pressure that you can relate to

i went to see the doctor a while ago and they said to me that i should probably be careful walkin around i have a weak heart and i dont have much blood my pulse is barely there i am told this is a very deadly combination

i want to show you how my test me i want to touch your badly so so badly

heart beats

positive energy so

cardiac output is equal to what this means? i guess if faster and faster i might get enough blood to what im all about

stroke volume times heart rate you can make my heart go where i can show you some of

do you know what viagra is? it makes the penis go bigger did you know?? also the clitoris too but doctor said i cant use it or my blood pressure will go down too much and i might faint hhheh, mfnghhjhhhh (sic)

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ive always wanted to know how it feels to have an uncontrollable erection some people will say this is the sucks but we know there are other ways to love *brush nose into your neck and kiss the nape*

yes love is right there in your neck this is the locus of love i can rest here forever i love this part of us the most i wanna wake up to this again and in the morning maybe we can chat:

hey, how are you?? im good, how are you? good thanks. good.

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weet bix scutts

cherry crush
i sent my cherry crush an email to see if she would reply she did my email said hi cherry i think u r rly cool her reply said hi thanks would u like to buy a private video i said no thanks i have a girlfriend she replied back saying ur girlfriend dusnt have 2 kno ;) i delted all the emails i just wanted 2 email my cherry crush becaus she s famous now i feel like a bad boyfriend

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LUME MIDWORMs broadway vacancy

walking home from work. from central down broadway and then down wilson st. it's really cold. everywhere i walk in the city i see people wearing adidas. i'm like 'yeah im wearing adidas too, but my jacket is nike, so it's kinda like, where do i t in' when i was at the bar, that i was working in, there was a middle-aged woman who laughed at everything i said, who told me she was 46 but then asked me to write down that she was 34; i was uncharacteristically eusive, normally i'm very business-like when i'm working but this time i let a bit of myself enter the conversation. i told her that tomorrow my friends and i were going to shoplift women's clothes to wear, from department stores, and she looked confused and saddened, which i felt weakened our bond somewhat the walk from the bar to where i left my bike has taken me half an hour. i'm about halfway through. it's cold but i'm generating heat through walking. also my muscles are working extra hard because i am carrying four ipads, property of my employer, that my colleagues and i are using to conduct research about the drinking establishments of Sydney and the surrounding suburbs. when i got up today and remembered that there were no ingredients in the house with which to make food i promised myself that i wouldn't eat [nothing but chocolate brownies], so i only ate chocolate brownies for about two-thirds of the day, and then i ate a subway sub for dinner. i have had subway for dinner four times this fortnight. after i nished my sub i ate a chocolate chip cookie that tasted like the brownies that i ate earlier today, so i feel like i've fallen o the wagon again in that respect. picking up my bike from st peters station and riding it to the house in the rain without brakes is terrifying. i'm not afraid of death or injury, i'm just worried that while crossing the highway or going past the construction site i'll fall o or fall over and a tradie will say 'nice bike faggot' and i'll have to respond, 'yes, it is quite nice'

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