Everything Is Awesome Is Melbourne InDesign Is Everything #mid2014 #InDesign_theevent

Melbourne In Design. The stuff of free booze, coffee, canapes, uberness, hipsters and near misses, art, design and show bags. A bit pedestrian, a bit who cares the booze is free. I couldn't wait to start this day. Had my E ticket and my new scarf. And the sky was so blue I thought I might die right there from this *omfg* I live in the best place in the world, fuck I'm lucky kinda awesomeness. Stars were seriously aligning in Flasher Land today...and here is why:

This ART

This GUY (Philip Stokes)

This BABE

This LAME stuff 

This COOL #merkism

Oh and I met RONE!!!!!!

I shit you not! R_O_N_E

 

Chapter Five: 11 Minutes Late

11 minutes late, mate

Or was I early?

660 seconds really

Another 6 and it would be,

Well you figure it

But the devil is in the detail

And the detail is in the timing

Which for all intents

For me at least

Is an old man

At the lights

I don't play Candy Crush!

I don't sign petitions

I am not going to 'like' your page just because you ask me too
I am gonna wank on about Precious Little Precious Few Precious just fucking wow ! Cos there is talent right there

I am not going to your event in Germany, France, Belgium, England or Italy - so don't invite me. And select people to invite rather than block inviting. Do you even know where Australia is ? Seriously Bro's!!!

And I sure as fuck have no desire to play fucking Candy Crush.
I just wanna take good pictures and talk about street art and graffiti and bottles and cans ...

Okay and I also wanna crap on about Australian Politics, feminism, queer politics, anarchism, world peace and my dog

But NO Fucking Candy Crush!!!!!!

 

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The Fitzroy Flasher est. 2010

221 posts since 14th November 2010. That is not a great average. So less talk, more posting. Here are some things ....super old stuff...walls that went...and came back...and didn't

The walls that went

My greatest flaw as a commentator on street art, graffiti and urban art 'discourse' is my point of reference. This being an assumption of impermanence,  difference and a direct link between art and social position. For the next while I am going to assume that all of my assumptions are false, and see where this takes me.

Urgent Notice: #profeminism and #antihate may cause Homosexia

I am an ex-member of the Global Bloggers Network. This is a network that emails the work of various bloggers around the traps, for members to take a look at. So, this morning when I was still a member, this shit hit my inbox: 

We are to accept gays as they flaunt themselves in parades down our streets… ?but they get all...

GB Network: how's about you try screening selected blog content prior to dishing vile crap like this to unsuspecting members.

I also recently discovered that I may have "homosexia" because I have tried pot (or more accurately "weeds"). 

Christians Against Drugs

Yesterday · Edited

I was just listening into my son Dennis' room, when I heard him making plans with an urban to visit London to see "A book of more men". It's obvious that Dennis has consumed weeds and contracted homosexia because of it. I guess he doesn't want any of the offerings of House Murphy. Too bad that someone may end up calling Mr Ferguson, his boss tomorrow and 'advising' that no salary be paid to him for the next few months. God bless. -Martha

I do wonder if Martha is a fictitious character sending up the extreme right - I hope so. Brilliant if so. Otherwise I have a new obsessive hobby to follow instead of obsessing over the Westboro repressed automatons.

F.F.S! There I was thinking the #womenagainstfeminism was enough stupidity for one week. I mean, thank you for letting us know woman are equal. Maybe we can tell that to the families of the women raped and killed in India - that will be comfort for them, knowing it will now be safe for their other daughters to dare to, I don't know, catch a fucking bus.

I suppose I should be thinking of the perfect response, but this idiocy brings out the child in me. I would rather deface shit and laugh at them then try any futile use of logic. If they could reason, they wouldn't be this stupid. 

Stupid is harsh. I think that people who hold these types of beliefs may be suffering from a new syndrome I am hoping gets up in the DSM soon. I call it Acute Fucktardia (symptoms being bigotry, judgment, narrow mindedness, hate - more common in people who walk the earth voting right wing). 

I can't see a cure being found anytime soon, too many powerful institutions (many with lots of gold and chapels and hidden secrets) gain benefit from having these sufferers around. Bums on seats, and armies dumb enough to do their dirty work.

So if you encounter someone you suspect has the syndrome, just hold up your hand, maybe put a finger against their lips and quietly say "shhhhh...you need to just fuck right off".  

Until we find a cure, this is the best advice I can offer.

Chapter Four

Was it a sign? A message ? A mere coincidence read far into ? I darent think it yet I saw it

Different but not less

Can we all please drop things like superiority, smug bastardry, hypocrisy, fucktardedness, racism, sexism, hatred.... Embrace a few boats, Muslims, Jews, Fags, Hookers, Junkies, Spastics, Retards, Refugees and Bogans and just GET THE FUCK ALONG.... Deliberate use of offensive language to reduce it's potency so I really sincerely apologise for offence, and hug you. None of us are better than each other.



Posted with sincere intentions by The Flasher.

Chapter Three - Apparition

Ah sweet memory

Have you betrayed me?

Was it not so?

#preciousfew #lordpreshington

The Paradise in Me - Not an Addict: FlasherDoesDryJuly

 'Breathe it in and breathe it out and pass it on it's almost out'
I  was playing a lounge cover of this iconic track on the #86 the other day. The K's Choice version came out in '95. I think it might have been the Anthem of a niche inner city crowd at the time.  It had the same potency as Smells Like Teen Spirit did before it. I even knew someone who would rock on her knees, exhaling a joint, eyes closed, just 'feeling' it.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradise_in_Me

'The deeper you stick it in your vein, the deeper the thoughts there's no more pain'
With the lounge beat pounding through my body, and a fantasy of me with a Hendricks Martini I looked around and wondered what everyone else's poison was.  The 40 something guy in the business suit, with diamante's in his glasses, going home for a whiskey? The clearly drug affected woman drawing on inner depths of strength to maintain an upright posture - I was tipping H but maybe something else? I don't even know what's out there any more.

'It's over now, I'm cold, alone, I'm just a person on my own'

And that resonated the most. All of us, apart from the chick barely upright, had our smart phones and head phones on and in. Alone in the crowd. We just wanted to get to where we were going, do what we needed to do, and stay in our own intoxicating zone. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. 

'I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)'

Oh yeah FUCKING SPONSOR ME! pm ME FOR THE LINK. YOU WILL EVEN FIND OUT WHO THE FUCK I AM!!!

Chapter Two

I stood below, coffee secure this time, dog tentative. The light was on, but the window wasn't open. Lord Preshington, where were you? Knowing how dashing houndstooth is on you, and feverishly excited to get my hands on your Apparel, I will wait again, hoping, someday, somehow, some way...

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Imagine what John Lennon would say

My heart goes out to all of you tonight. All of us, united under one sky, living on one world.

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