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Seventeen Years Ago in a Quaint Thai Prison 2

Return from Court at the PrisonIsn't the Internet wonderful! I typed Mae Hong Son 1995 into Google Images and scrolled through and found, to my delight a picture from the prison where I had stayed in the first of this lot. I downloaded the pic and used it for something then took a closer look to try and work out where and when in particular the picture was taken when I realised from the clothing that it must have been the same time of the year.

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Around Here

With the coming of summer this place is coming back to life after what has been a quiet winter. Drano upstairs is getting loudly pissed on rum with Mick (the Man). Mick is the 40 year old who bashed a recent amputee to move in on the woman he was bludging off. Ned is an unfortunate sort of woman who has several daughters all remote and distant, a junkie in Sydney, another in a psych hospital permanently and the third in Adelaide where she hopes to move soon. The details are beyond me but she had been the consort of a park drunk for years before moving here where he followed of course.

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Brisbane Anarchism

This is a draught so any suggestions are welcome for the help they can provide for the next rewrite.

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Frenetic Militancy

The anti-Vietnam war protests in the late sixties made an impression along with the war itself and a generalised sense that ‘things are not all they seem’ gave rise to a desire to see ‘things as they are’, a self-serving exercise that can easily absorb a lifetime. Along with protests against the war came protests against everything and a social paradigm of consumerism predicated on global rape became the focus for so many different protests it is as if a convulsive change in our society is inevitable and also a good thing.

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A world full of junk

The twenty first century has got off to a strong start for all consumers, bred from a century of war they are so full of trepidation there is nothing that cannot serve as an obstacle to achieving anything worthwhile. Those with such a thin skin even cyberspace leaves them open to attack, settle for a paycheck to pay off the man and get the corpus to work and back.

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A Modern Squattocracy

 

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A post industrial village

Remember village life? It was glorious especially in a not too tropical not too temperate climate beside or near a good river with a few decent creeks around and plenty of room to grow, collect and hunt food and other necessities. Life was hard but so were we and what couldn't be endured usually killed us so acceptance was easy. Education wasn't too good but there was plenty of work opportunities and that's always where the real learning takes place.
 

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An endangered species

For as long as I can remember I have always empathised with the remains of an endangered species. I am not alone here and whether it's a baby seal or a leviathan many people get awfully emotional about their plight and the list is endless these days and always getting longer it's no wonder so many people are also hardened and fail to respond at all.

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Something for pain

A few days I've been taking methadone for analgaesia and after all this time of heavy usage it still works. I'm always impressed at this and it wouldn't surprise me if its an unsung antipsychotic as well. Another thing which never ceases to amaze me is the hysteria associated with it and for how much longer this collective delusion can persist. The same applies for cannabis of course and many other controlled substances. I'm whining because I am sore it goes with the pain relief.

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Medheds

(fande) These medheads around here are like schoolboys. Everything they do seems to have an air of masturbation. Like the internet; "yeah, I'm looking into getting my camera set up so I can masturbate with this chick in Kuringai" and i'm not sure if he's joking. One of them isn't coz that's all he can do with it!

Human blemishes they are like pimples that pop up, irritate and in the end are nothing more than transient confusion. Ah, metro.

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