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Mr Albanese & Max Chandler-Mather who lusts after political power right

• from flash private sch.. Triple J played this heeyah this weirldly mawkish morning, mourning, maundering: it 15 Monday RIGHT AROUND AUSTRALIA

• Jack James now reads some shit about Clive Who-the-fork AND a young lady provid.. oh i doan fihil too guhd

• There’s a neoclassical medical name for this shit right?

• there was this mid twentieth century ruling caste eg “Indian” Brahmin mental trip about “sex” (rooting/ seck shoe all intercourse) being mental^

[Verse 1]
Don’t come home, I don’t want you in my bed
Go to the apartment in the West Village instead

I’ll drop off your clothes, your mail and medication
I’m already on my way, heading to the station
Stuck on the F, there’s a problem on the line

I couldn’t be more stressed, I’m losing my mind
Up to the first floor, key in the front door
Nothing’s ever gonna be the same anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s when I realised (Realised)
Something don’t feel right

Stern Chick Wiil Take No Shit
No Shit OK followed by nervous little self-effacing laugh, OK ?

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

[Verse 2]
I found a shoebox full of handwritten letters
From brokenhearted women wishing you could have been better
Sheets pulled off the bed, they’re strewn all on the floor
Long black hair, probably from the night before
Duane Reade bag with the handles tied
Sex toys, butt plugs, lube inside

Hundreds of Trojans, you’re so fucking broken
How’d I get caught up in your double life?

[Pre-Chorus]
And that’s when I realised (Realised)
Something don’t feel right

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, oh no, oh no
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

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[Bridge]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus]
I didn’t know it was your pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace, pussy palace
I always thought it was a dojo, dojo, dojo
So am I looking at a sex addict, sex addict, sex addict, sex addict?
Oh, talk about a low blow, low blow, oh no

i’m awake/ RU awake (Germaine Greer type Bob Hake 🐠 1978 type Auss-ie 🇦🇺-🇺🇸 ABC Comedy “foreplay” one-liner so have a great e-comms involution week, all

John BLUNDELL

• Quantum-physics redone, the new neurocognitive health, thematics-logic, worldwide education reform and the good ‘old’ real economy macro/ VG Childe 1941 oekomènia micro if memory serves me well

• Ahm, West Coast Eagles

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ⱽTautology too / Alexander Buzo ; with illustrations by David Bromley … [et al.] – the NATIONAL LIBRARY

^Alexander John Buzo(23 July 1944 – 16 August 2006) was an Australian playwright and author who wrote 88 works. His literary works recorded Australian culture through wit, humour and extensive use of colloquial Australian English

*From οἰκονόμος (oikonómos, “manager”)+‎ -ῐ́ᾱ (-ĭ́ā), from οἶκος(oîkos) +‎ νέμω (némō)

Creating Colonial Readers and Imperial Networks

Finding Out the Existing Means Dennis Gabor University in Hungarian Gábor Dénes Egyetem (abbreviated as GDE).located in Budapest and founded in 1992 of Aristotelian Persuasion by Telling Everyone What Goes, ahem/ OK/ /\\/ //

Murder, Missionaries and the Military: Sentiment and Anomie, 1799..

The ‘hereunder’ startling excerpts came from The Antipodean Laboratory [Ye gods] Making Colonial Knowledge [Little-fishes] 1770 – 1870, Professor of English Literature at the University of Queensland, Cambridge University Press ©︎ Anna Johnston, 2023 copy per courtesy Mount Barker SA Community Library which operates under the ex British colonial aegis, paraphernalia, ministrations and concatenations [to rather make light of a grave undertaking] of Public Library Services (PLS), which is a business unit of the Libraries Board of South Australia, operates within the Department of the Premier and Cabinet [Spinout, “F re 1”] and was officially opened by the writer’s former electoral political opponent John Olsen while he (the writer) sat at home cooking his evening meal in the fireplace he had accessed by removing an oil heater in consequence of the fraud effected by Australian Taxation Office personnel including his own first cousin, CPSU (PSA) officials & organisers, each and every adult (by then plainly & manifestly former, or ex-) member of his family of origin (including his mother’s younger brother), two adult daughters and the secretary of the SA Branch of the ALP, all evidently thinking it a marvellous idea to persuade my wife to leave me to skin me for freehold assets of approximately $500,000 whereupon she drank herself to death in Queenstown Tasmania at age 57 and I became a scholar of international renown thirteen years later and an #auspol Age Pension recipient (albeit with a grand total of say $1400 in personal assets) receiving a excellent $1,332.30 per fortnight at this proverbial quasi-mechanical juncture because federal governments of either ‘stripe’ (rambunctious crazy-arsed bosses or obstropolous neurodiverse workers) are terrified-the-f_ck of old-people-who-vote, which I have not done in three years, team, I mean When i was a child i thought as a child but now i do Old-people’s shit, Young-people-nga.

Science, Sociabilty and Tasmanian Scientific Associations, 1827-1843 ..Political problems could be managed over dinner, too. When members of a committee of inquiry into the Orphan School arrived in 1842, Jane Franklin entertained two of the reformist convict-ship surgeons who had been charged by Elizabeth Fry to check on conditions for female convicts and their children. Jane Franklin, notoriously judgemental of convict women, assured Dr Dunn and Mr Nain over dinner of her deep interest in convict welfare and organised a personal inspection tour for Dunn to the Female Factory. She targeted Nain over dinner, taking ‘some pains to impress him with my views of things since he is likely to be on the board of investigation. Jane Franklin’s dinner party diplomacy was highly effective, if not subtle, in managing the Franklins’ reputation locally and globally.
The publication of the Tasmanian Journal ignited intercolonial rivalries. The Sydney Herald compared it favourably to a publication from an English provincial town: ’emanating as it does, from the press of Van Diemen’s Land, and from a Scientific Society there, it is still more wonderful’. The paper uncomfortably noted that Sydney ‘as the Southern Metropolis’ might instead have been expected to have produced the first scientific society and journal of record. The Port Phillip Gazette declared the Tasmanian Journal to be very creditable, but used the opportunity to spruik an intended publication The Melbourne Magazine, spurring its colonists to to produce a rival ‘in emulation for the literary fame of Australia Felix’. So, too, Jane Franklin’s Ancanthe museum was ahead of its time in its vision of engaging the colonial public. The ‘vineyard of literature’ that had produced the Tasmanian Journal was distinctive and based in the robust Tasmanian print culture as well as marked by the considerable, if controversial, influence of both Franklins.


The Platypus Journal and the Felon Print Press.. 1820s-1840s
At a large dinner party at Government House in August 1841, Franklin’s personal secretary, Francis Henslowe, artfully arranged the dinner table with the first edition of the Tasmanian Journal. Jane Franklin approvingly noted the copies were perused by ‘the ladies as well as the gentlemen with much curiosity and interest. Sir John Franklin fondly called the Tasmanian Society’s publication the Platypus Journal. Like the famed Ornithorhynchus anatinus, rumours of the journal were considered a hoax by sceptics such as Sir John Pedder. Pedder and the solicitor Robert Pitcairn expressed their delight when copies appeared on the dining table. The platypus was a fitting visual symbol that graced the journal’s title page, encircled by the single-sided surface with no boundaries that would be termed a Mobius strip in 1868 (Figure 6.2) with a Latin tag, Quocunque aspiucius, hic paradoxus erit: ‘Whichever way you look at it, this is baffling’, or, as Captain Parker quipped, ‘All things are queer and opposite here46.’ Both the frame and the animal had been deemed impossible in European theories of nature. For Jane Franklin, Parker’s phrase became useful to explain everything from black swans to the colony’s erratic postal system; more broadly, it also becam metonymic of perplexing knowledge produced through colonial science. ..
It was also a durable textual artefact that Sir John and Jane Franklin used as an intellectual carte-de-visite. Jane’s determined focus on its production concentrated the attention of busy members of the society.. saw the journal as her particular property, Alison Alexander suggests, soliciting papers ‘without consulting existing members, “considering myself invested with a general commission” ‘. .. Little situated the initiative within the broader contexts of scientific association and publication. The journal was effectively the ‘”Transactions” of the infant Philosophical Society of Tasmania’, but Lillie disavowed its members’ pretensions to be philosophers ‘in the modern acceptation of the term’. Society members were characterised as sincere and passionate amateurs, labouring under the disadvantage of distance from the institutions and leaders of science in Europe. They were motivated to communicate the outcomes of their leisure-time scientific activities and thus, by example, to influence colonial society in a salutary direction towards liberal and scientific pursuits’.
The journal’s scope included zoology, botany, geology, and meteorology, aiming, over a number of years, to publish a full account of Tasmanian flora and fauna. Papers focusing on ‘peculiarities’ of native plants and animals were of considerable interest, because they were ‘still desiderata among scientific men in Europe.’ Tasmanian subjects were the focus, but the journal [welcomed] information on scientific subjects from other coloniesm, which often arrived through correspondence, especially via John Franklin, who regularly read letters he had received at the socity’s meetings, which were then edited for publication56.. – again, here, Sir John’s contacts were invaluable, as his mail often contained new scientific publications. The journal heeded Matthew Friend’s admonition about colonial speculations on ‘dubious and undetermined questions of theory’; instead, it aimed to be ‘a trustworthy repository of well-ascertained facts58‘. Some of the utilitarian knowledge it produced was directly applicable in exploiting natural resources in agriculture, geology and botany.

Here’s looking at you many mental primary school kids in public and corporate life and the law in Australia whoop Young People

Your pahpa in the Adelaide Hills, John

‘Whichever way you look at it, this is baffling’

46 “Captain Parker quipped “All THINGS are queer AND opposite here,” Franklin, ‘Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land Vols. 8 and 9′, January 1842; see Moyal, Bright and Savage; Moyal, Platypus

56 For example, the meeting on 6 November 1839 heard Sir John reads ‘a portion of Captain Washington’s last letter … relating to Dr Chotoley and his Australian Vocabulary, also Mrs Whiwell’s letter relating to the tidal phenomena at Port Arthur, when Sir John related the means which had been adopted to improve the observations made there, and an old letter of Mr Spence’s on the virtue of keeping large meshes for keeping off mosquitoes and flies,’ Lady Jane Franklin’s Journal: Van Diemen’s Land
Vols. 3 and 4

58 Lillie, ‘Introductory Paper,’ 5

THESE ISSUES OF OURS qua stonkered & beaten species of animal..

Young People

It was a riot of False-=valencies or mech./ thrmdy. solecisms, b-a-d metaphors, compleat GiGo rhetoric, rubbish micro- & mind-twangg info-product, that 20th century hey.

PERMANENT WARFARE MENTALITY WAS A FEAST FOR THE INDIVIDUAL WARRIOR’s 5 SENSES AT BASE, that 20C raison d’ètat Screw-thy-neighbor at Communty level & actually organise permanent rolling homicidal assaults on the people of any region or nation outside thine own in the EXTRA-REGIONAL qdrsphrc, hmsphrc or even global theatres or geographical domains.. even on the little waterdrops that will be hanging on the bare twigs of trees in the square below – these being in all deracinated bizarrely disarrayed and mentally misconstructed or by strict definition psychotic personal ‘issues’ of scale-scope dimensionality & relationality ⬱ fake or virtual relationships ☞ my second after a @TwitterTakedown entry of the day of yester/ yes-stir/ yes-sir/ how-high-sir: explicatory macro readout of David Malouf’s CHILD’s PLAY 1982 p 127, 8 ⮕

[TURNING TOWARDS THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN] that I can see colouring the window, pushing a foot down into the colder reaches of the bottom of the bed, snuffling, hauling the rug up over his hunched shoulder, rising slowly towards the surface, the few pints of thin blood still pumping, the viscera tightly packed under the wrinkled belly, still miraculously intact after another night out there in the no-man’s land of sleep? This, I feel, might be the moment. Just now in the lightness of his early morning sleep, when the [MIND] looks two ways, we might make contact at last and the conversation take place that I long for as one might long for forgiveness. It is after all words that I need. I feel so utterly alone, so vulnerable to [THINGS]: to the little waterdrops that will be hanging on the bare twigs of trees in the square below, [LITTLE SWELLINGS OF EARLY LIGHT WHERE NEXT MONTH THERE WILL BE BLOSSOM.. ; to the cats scavenging for scraps in cold doorways, to the shallow pools of rain in the gravel walks that will be dry by midday, [THEIR DRYING UP A PROCESS OF FORGETTING,] drop by drop. [the passage of the new moon across them]; to the grains of soot tbat settle on treetrunks and boughs, leaving them streaked with dew; to the round lids of manholes that are stamped with the city’s ancient insignia – [a blind eye turned downward into the] bowels of the city; whose odours clog it with rust

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; to [the light that slowly advances out of the darkness of things], out of leaves, stones, pools. scraps of paper, out of hands and faces, out of the ../2

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depths of space itself, & which cannot be resisted as it pours out endlessly, endlessly giving each thing shape colour solidity making reality [SOMETHING] that knocks gnst all 5 senses 2 prove us real. At this point of powerful weakness of openness 2 the common life of [THINGS], surely we might at last make contact].