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I’m a dirty dancer with hairy legs. I like to study while I travel and live in soggy tents behind trees in places where you’re not really supposed to camp. I have three beautiful dogs, a creaky old 70s station wagon and cruisy sort of disposition. I like nice clothes, high heels, black sand, engine noises, the South Island, the smell of petrol, giving injections to cows, the political history of the middle east, swimming in the sea, short shorts, native bush, reggae, art nouveau, gumboots, manual transmissions, natural fibres, psychadelics, old-world glamour, op shops, recycling, West Coast beaches, strong black coffee, Cuba st, stockings with seams up the back, Outrageous Fortune, The White Lady, men with muscular forearms, trumpet solos, cactus juice, long skirts that get tangled in my jandals, tall trees, trademe, getting letters from overseas and breathing fresh air in general.
I don’t like evangelism. I don’t like mastitis. I don’t like the Kings Of Leon, shrimp, sunburn, razor blades, infill housing, not being able to take my dog on the bus, TV, fly spray, tomatoes, corporate identity, Hondas (or Nissans, for that matter), trackpants with elasticated ankles, lager, fleas, cheap chocolate, child labour, trim milk, sans serif fonts, depleted uranium, chili, Restaurant Brands, wankers, ecstasy and the babylon system.
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Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.
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bleach / blanching my soul / clean / a medicinal leeching / reaching / into the foulest corners / beyond the realm of feeling / sapping / and stealing / my colours / I’m reeling / the stench …