nnimus3


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nnimus3
Age: 19
Joined: Aug 2008

Hell, it’s the internet, you’re never going to know, really, are you?

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.

Journal Entries

Media and Global Culture

Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.

the significance of the internet for alternative media

Posted 8 months ago, 3 comments so far.

Writing

discontent

got an itch / i gotta scratch / want to lift off this turf / this piss-poor patch / of gravel / in which i’ve been / scratching for sustenance / like an abandoned / chook

The White Woman

“Throughout history the white woman has been innocent of her white man’s crimes.” Throughout history the white man has bought the white woman’s silence. The white woman s…

pleasure and pain

he cries / for me / for what’s mine; / bare breasts and / solid, shapely thighs / that illicit, fleshy fare / sumptuous, divine

bitch

“God, make me a skeptic” I begged / and what do you know? / wham / bam damn! this time I’m the one poised to break a heart / and the power’s like a drug; / my bitch’…

touch

I’m lying face down on a white sheet in a room that smells of organic healing; sweet floral essences undercut with a deep, earthy pungency that I can’t place. The cotton under my body is h…

bleach

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 …

Watchlist

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  • Elucidate
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