I haven't spent a lot of time in Fitzroy of late. So please someone tell me when the fuck did the choice narrow to Meatballs, Sausages Or Burgers served by a shitster (shithouse looking hipster)? Thankfully there is still a welcome reprieve in the lanes behind the exposed brick, incandescent semi industria fucking nightmare of Brunswick Street, 2015
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
We are sitting ducks.
We cast momentary shadows.
We make our mark.
We accumulate shit.
We make our mark again. And again. And again.
We clear stuff out and leave shit behind.
We chuck so much shit out.
We take the piss.
We catch light that falls on walls.