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SALE MUST END SOON (IE, TODAY SOME TIME PROBABLY)

Edit: Sale is over, ding dong. Sold four copies in 42 days, bing bong. Not gonna bang on about it, ping pong. Just puttin’ it out there, ding dong. Well, 42 days went by pretty quick there, didn’t it? Today

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Velocipede

[Being an excerpt from the poetry collection Not Quite the Man for the Job, on sale at Tomely for only 99c until 23 June 2014] Some say it’s unnecessary, even extravagant. But to properly experience every nuance of bike riding,

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isms

I’m a bit worried about all of this rampant pigeonholism & unnecessary categorisationism, but I guess you could say I’m a believer in sleeping latism, vegetarian lasagnism & thai green curryism, romantic poeticism, friendly humourism, pub bandism, early morning sexism,

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The Modest Demands of a Rock ‘n’ Roll Guitarist

all I want to do is play three chords, sing backups and drink the rider before the drummer gets to it. Read more poems from Not Quite the Man for the Job – buy it now on Tomely for the

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Rush

[Being an excerpt from the poetry collection Not Quite the Man for the Job, on sale at Tomely for only 99c until 23 June 2014] The cup thunks back onto the table, empty, & the bean races through your blood,

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You said, “Don’t you go using this in One of your poems.” Consider this an apology. Read more poems from Not Quite the Man for the Job – buy it now on Tomely for the mere price of 99c!

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Happy Birthday to YOU (again)!

Another year ticks over and it’s once again time for a birthday ebook sale. Last year I offered a 50% discount on my ebook poetry collection and novel for 41 hours, but this year I’m going one better (and by

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Quelle Grammage!
only a fan of 2/3s of the folk in this pic but mesmerised by the story @angustrumble relates below it. . . . I watched last evening’s general election coverage (ABC, natch) in the company of a high Commonwealth official, among others in an undisclosed location, whose name, it soon emerged, may not appear on the electoral roll for reasons of national security. I confess that gave me a bit of a thrill. Canberra: Bless! However, it was also fascinating, extraordinary, in due course to witness that person’s several mobile phones evidently going bonkers, and the measured plans, contingencies, forecasts, blue books of an entire federal bureaucracy duly (one presumed) shredded, turned upside down, just like that. Nothing at all was said, I should emphasise. One simply observed the body language, which was moderately graphic. Whichever way you look at it, this has been an astounding personal victory for Prime Minister Scott Morrison. He believes in miracles, the sexy thing. Pre-polling methodologies in this country, meanwhile, have quite obviously met with serial unforced error on a colossal, epic scale. Who would ever pay them good money again? On my way home, I collided with the (ex-)campaign manager of one of the independent ACT Senate candidates who was alone, drunk and in despair. The campaign manager, that is, not the candidate. This was at about half past eleven on the corner of Jardine and Eyre Streets in Kingston, right next to the rubbish tin, you know, the rectangular green one. He told me he wanted to burn everything down, which was worrying enough, but then he suddenly hurled his mobile phone into the gutter—smashed it to bits—and staggered off into the night. I found myself wondering: Who would touch politics with a barge pole? I should add that this frightening encounter left me, literally, picking up his bits and bobs, then dutifully popping them in the bin. Responsible, me. Back home, I had a cuppa and played patience. I’m not kidding. . . . #Repost @angustrumble with @make_repost
A chance op shop encounter with this Death Liger Lion of Chaos duelmasters card case has done NOTHING to help my attempts to not buy one of this sucker’s namesake toys on ebay. #duelmasters #deathliger #deathligerlionofchaos #metalasfuck #toys
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They come up after rain. I often wonder how they feel lying under the ground at right angles to their purpose. #chewton #railspike