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The heads are pouring in by the hundreds into Oats Street Carlisle, bombed out of their gourds, hundreds of heads coming out into the absolute open for the first time…looking so bizarre and so totally smoked that no one could believe they were. Nobody would risk it in public like that…A hulking crazed whirlpool. That’s what Carlisle is like since the Circle route 98/99 bus service started.
Tom Wolfe The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
The horizontal door to perception, unaccountably nailed to window in Carlisle.
this is the end
my beautiful friend
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Lost in a Carlisle…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the Great Eastern Highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway east, baby
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Rental maintenance; by an a-dooring landlord.
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Add-a-room, the budget option by Dale Noballs
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I wonder if when you open the door it leads to another world.. such creativity around carlisle, it’s actually an art installation i hear.
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Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your doorway lies on the whispering window.
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
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#4 it’s a portal to Maddington.
#5 The whispering window? i wish I had said that.
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“The magic began to work again only when we turned down into a new suburb and were gliding between two rows of houses. Here, in spite of the peculiar hideousness of the architecture, there were renewals of transcendental otherness, hints of the morning’s heaven. Brick chimneys and green composition walls glowed in the sunshine, like fragments of the New Jerusalem”
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Somebody told the owner that they should put a side door on the house…..so what is everyone’s problem ????
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Well, if you’ve got a better way to hide a meth lab, I’d like to hear it.
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The towel rack is such a nice touch.
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“Is it agreeable?” somebody asked.
“Neither agreeable nor disagreeable,” I answered. “it just is.”
“This is how one ought to see,” I repeated yet again. And I might have added,’ ‘These are the sort of things one ought to look at.” Things without pretensions, satisfied to be merely themselves, sufficient in their Suchness, not acting a part, not trying, insanely, to go it alone, in isolation from the Dharma-Body, in Luciferian defiance of the grace of god.
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