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She's pouring in from the future. Floating on a river of bees. An egg in each hand and pearls in her teeth. Eyes of honey, radiating the hive. Her happiness a stripe that no one else can see. Polka dots of secret laughter. Favourable explosion weather. That's all there is too it. Their fallout projections remain a fantasy. A radio on a card table all that remains of the so-called observation tent. Oblivion's handkerchief. Swimming in a river of bees. She's pouring down from the future. Pearls in her mouth and eggs in her ears. Chunks of honeycomb in her hair, radiating danger. Her laughter a saving breath that no one else knows they need. Green dots on radar screens. Favourable explosion weather. A vast cloud thrown over the continent like a magician's cape. The long exodus of refugee ants all that remains of the rain. Radio tuned to rhythms, or fantasy. Drowning in a river of future bees. Floating on futures and pouring rain. A puddle of water in each hand, a p...

BULK ACE RETAIL Untold Gouda Guru Guus Kat Leukerd Zwerver Skates Montana Honing Kus Maan Fully Told Told Gucci Josh Harry Cat Sukkel Wuppie Blades Deadwood Bij Doei Mooi Bulk Ace Untold

Last night's Going Down Swinging launch, held at Yelza in Fitzroy, was great fun. So much fun in fact that I'm only now on the verge of consciousness, my detox plans having been shredded, thrown out and then reassembled by the mysterious power of Guru Josh , whose track "Infinity" (pictured, left) is only slightly overshadowed by its b-side, the "Spacey Saxophone Mix". Words cannot begin to express the effect that this song, this man, this ouvre have had on me over the past fifteen years. Suffice it to say, the guy is untold . Also untold and slightly bulk ace, the Singapore-based webzine Softblow features one new poem ("Back To the Tourist III") and two of my imaginary cities, namely "Coni" and "Cubi". Read them at Softblow today! But if there was an award for bulk ace, it'd surely have to go to outgoing GDS editor and owner of her own rollerskates, alicia sometimes . Last night, I believe, marked her sixteen thousandth p...