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Welcome to the Circus - Whimsical Madness

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 3.15am Saturday 20 June 2026. A rainy night with an icy wind in Canberra, Australia. Living in protest; loathing a life in decay. Doing whatever you please; overpowering the human condition. Anger makes deceit easy, the flooding mind makes a human think they’ll get away with what their sweat reveals. … You’re not a doctor, mate. I’m not a medical doctor either but I was fairly sure I was hearing him die alone in the apartment above. A slow decline. The full body falls had ceased days ago. His blood was poisoning him. Could he even ask for help now if he wanted to? Under the circumstances, if he died the memories shared would lead with what a sweet, gentle person he was, with unlimited potential. … There’d be no mention that he’d been invaded a week or so before. An eruption of enraged males crashing about before several leapt from the balcony above and scrambled over my fence.  That had been uncomfortably close for me. I’d arrived at the House of Lions unable to walk.  I...

Abundance

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  Eight currawongs sitting in a tree.  2am 8 June 2026 Monday,  Canberra  On my return from Sorry Business, the autumn leaves are down to the stragglers. ... There is no English equivalent to Sorry Business. Once the leap was made – the written word caught up to the much older oral accounts – some words in common emerged. How’s your Quantum Physics? Start there gentle reader, discover quantum mechanics, be enthralled by Theory. The trigger for a period of retreat and self care – Sorry Business - is death. In perpetuity, melancholy. In the evertime, abundance. ... I used a quarter tank of premium unleaded to reduce my footprint in preparation for emergence of a new world order. Unlike the Covid-frenzy 2019, this time around I collapsed what I want and what I need into the same list. During Sorry Business, the necessary work continues.  I serviced my car so I’m able to go home, ten hours away, in an instant. I fixed my car stereo so I enjoy being in my car. I boug...

Manosphere

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  After midnight and a decent downpour, Canberra, Australia. Manosphere:   online spaces that focus on masculinity, men’s rights, self-improvement and an opposition to women and/or feminism. Con men exploiting male insecurities. Giving full throat online, no filters, only to flame out by their own words. Note obvious extrapolation with this week’s highest ranking Netflix show, Louis Theroux: Inside the Manosphere and the current war in the Middle East. ... Glossary of enduring thoughts: Heterosexual – refers to the emotional, romantic and sexual attraction one gender has for the other. It’s biology. If the goal is a life of zero feels, no legal courtesies and to subjugate an entire gender, what is this new creation forming from the thin calved bio-matter? One-sided monogenism – what you think you have until you say it out loud in front of The Female Subject. Gooning – an elegant solution in these troubled times. Fuel has hit $2.42/litre unleaded and run out...

Welcome to the Circus – In Transit

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Six months after taking up the corner ground floor unit, my confident said, "I’m worried that you are getting too comfortable here." The large grand white building now ran with jagged masonry scars around the base, where vehicles had crashed and scraped. On a bad day there were large dead rats disemboweled on the concourse by the three cats who roamed in residence. Police welfare checks had flourished. It took over an hour to smash through a door if someone was unconscious inside. Ambulances came and went quietly day and night.  Two tenants had decent sound systems. I played soundtracks – Gortoz A Ran (Black Hawk Down}, Marriage of Figaro (Shawshank Redemption) and on grey days, the Man on Fire soundtrack, The End,  when Creasy dies. The other tenant had one song on repeat, Titanic’s My Heart will Go On (Celine Dion).  My response,  “I know what it looks like. No one is having sex here. No-one is worth the expense. Euthenise the lot of them and start afresh. But you’...

Luka

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 12.41am Thursday 18/02/2026 As Jupiter is my witness, I swear tonight, if that child cries again it’s going to get ugly. ... "Luka" is a critically acclaimed song by American singer-songwriter Suzanne Vega. Released in May 1987, the song was a massive hit and won multiple awards. It seemed to come out of nowhere yet it talked about what everyone was well aware but was rarely reported in the media: child abuse.  It is a beautifully crafted song. I nearly named my son Luka. … I hear the child disintegrating. If the abuse was physical I would have been on it in a shot, acted immediately, decisively. I understand the system very well, it has powers to do things that I cannot. The single father is a fissure of toxicity with no adult outlet to relieve the pressure. An adult female would have more skills to escape the weaselling and dodging, the reek of the endless lies, the determination to manifest a deranged version of the world.  The child howls until he makes no sound at a...

Always

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  How much land do Aboriginal Australian people own, control or co-manage? Australia’s Indigenous Land Estate (2024) The state of Western Australia- the land mass is nearly five times the size of Texas, and twice the size of Alaska. Land tenure recognises our land rights. Ownership comes in many forms depending on the dispossession history of each state or territory. It has never been easy.   In 2026 a non-Indigenous person attempted to set off an explosive device amongst a 300-strong group of Aboriginal people, lots of little kids, and allies wearing the red, black and yellow colours in an annual peaceful rally in Perth, the capital of Western Australia. In Australia the grand daughter of the enslaved can own the land in two generations. Legally, ethically and permanently. Always was, always will be Aboriginal land. .... Maya Angelou - And Still I Rise Link

Welcome to the Circus

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  1.16am Canberra Some are afflicted more than others.  By weather patterns, atmospheric pressure, sunlight, full moons. I’m writhing in surplus electricity waiting for rain relief. 8th-century Palladianism was a dominant, restrained architectural style in Britain, Ireland, and America, revivalist in nature and based on the symmetrical, classical principles of 16th-century Italian architect Andrea Palladio. It prioritized balanced proportions, temple-front porticos, and rusticated bases. A short piece … I’d accepted sight unseen. It was only temporary while I was waiting for my home to be built. The entrance was a long, straight, pale driveway off a wide tree-lined street.  The driveway opened out on both sides into a wide concourse skirting a big, white building. Separated into two wings by a central entrance and the staircase to the upper floor.  Every dwelling had a balcony and windows overlooking the smooth pale apron of concrete. The lights were never off, there...