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In the rejection halls I began planting volcanoes, my lips the Pacific Rim on fire - but Oahu! Boy, I needed a holiday, needed to see the lava spray against the midnight rocks, then plop back into a pool complete with bar. We were really in the centre of things there, literally. Or, in the centre of my mouth I formed a "woo-hoo" once we disbanded, due to confirmation denials and red-tape scoundrels snapping at our coats. Then it got cold. I was sitting on someone's bed at a party and he mentioned the decade. It was like I'd been shipped way south of Oahu to a glacier of pain where all noise was forbidden. Just the sound of icy winds in my brain. They stopped, too. Then I knew it was going to hurt. I woke up cold and sore. Those volcanos had all joined together and I was as powerless as an ice-cube in their righteous path. It became difficult to speak. You looked on amazed as my personality turned into a death mask belonging to a French Count. Still the ice worms atta...

i will be playing enya in my head i�m sorry i know it sounds corny but she�s there as well as you mo radh there�s no point denying it i love clannad can�t put a finger on it wreathed in shadows fogs bats & crooked crosses stranger mists than these in fact sinead�s there too (along with st patrick oh & cuchulain in a sacred text i am a pilgrim from darker ages the waterboys were a top band it�s a pity wb yeats will not be available in airport paperback collected editions for i�m sure he�ll be there with me while his irish airman foresees our fates though country miles do come between us pan pipes will still play or wail my synthesiser has a banshee button i will press it plead for oscar wilde�s release on a minor technicality (craic was found in my possession & tho they�re sure to isolate me don�t let any orinoco tears flow at customs i�ll declare nothing for i�m far from my homeland & you as enya sails away don�t look back I�m a lonesome boat man no longer beset...

you say millions now living will never die can one of you please explain how come the rest of us are going to disappear from the face of this earth because we will you know disappear that is don�t think i�ll ever get a reply still it�s worth asking the tough questions every once in a while just to let them know you�re still kicking no i�m not dead yet though i may as well be if time is an abstract as they say we�ll never know who the living ones will be say could we say bye to cold hard feelings celebrations lamentation put an end to worrying & all that gas is maybe not quite appropriate in the context of euthanasia maybe not quite part of the lexicon yet but soon will be & soon we�ll disappear off the face of this earth & you tell me someone else�s got a green light yellow jersey 3rd wind frequent liver bonus life must be drizzle for you, waiting for it to stop when will my bonus life kick in when a terrorist hijacks my plane sets off a bomb killing all of us ...

like a murder suicide yesterday's tiffs became today's shower of glacial regret hit on the head by super large moriapo* left winded bruised & read-dead on our set-list stories of lost orders events tragedies that come in threes like the drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins the lipstick trace a circular argument nobody heard a thing (or suspected yet there it is: an empty office & a drill draw your conclusions or bite your lip sure of what you're about to say (next thing you know there's a glass in your hand & tears beside the water fountain *trans: hangover (Korean)

just where the instrumental kicks in i�m down at reception signing names now she�s back from hell�s other wing stirring up trouble beneath our skins clouds sown with rain seeds as down systems beyond the understanding of space entrepreneurs see their boring powers & if they want to photograph me from space they�re welcome to it just remember they�ll be dead some day too (just like walt disney�s head we�re only information conduits & if you think they�re watching you then they are if even a small part of what we suspect is true then paranoia is a justifiable state nay natural even & for those who don�t understand I�m mad & I�m dead it�s not what passes through us may be evil or the moon but for all their talk of legislating asteroid belts (some poets have no choice but to submit to the leather clampdowns clash reruns (i predict a flash of lightning followed by the numb acceleration of our particles through american airspaces despite secrecy & deniability ...

This magnificently-crafted construction, located within the grounds of the University of Melbourne, demonstrates the breathtaking potential of modern architecture, a topic upon which I have recently had occasion to reflect. The smooth, elegant and organic lines of this mysteriously artistic building remind me somewhat of a gum tree, with its attendant leaves, bark and sap. The intricacy of the "branches" elevates the entire structure to a cosmic plane, its swooping lines and fractal geometry spell-binding in their artistry and grace. Over one hundred years in the making, this building was apparently designed to keep growing until it falls over, a somewhat cheeky irony on the part of its architect. Surrounded as it is by glass and steel, this building also speaks of a new renaissance in architecture, one in which the natural world is allowed to thrive, and where the improbable decisions made by nature are deliberately fused with the perhaps more advanced methods of suspensio...