Bag O Turnips, took the photo made with the commentary and even sourced a musical quote. Hooooeee that’s diligent worsting. So, over to you Bag O’…
Sexy up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows
Sexy down the river, where rolls defiled among the tears of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great and clean city
Sex in the featureless, genderless, self-frosting glass toilet doors
Sexy in the humble ground-floor keycutter’s cubicle
Sexy in PowerPoint presentation and the workflow chart and the mission statementSexy in the opinion and truthSexy in everything, but sex. DC Root, from the promotional trailer to the ROOT! album, Surface Paradise.
When I was out on the weekend, I noticed this fishmonger’s van parked near the UWA boatshed carpark, selling “SEXY SALMON FILLETS”. And it got me thinking, “geez, even a weekend fishmonger flogging fillets of fish—anyone more salt of the earth and old school, one would presume—has resorted to sex to sell fuckin’ fish. Well, I s’pose if the smell of raw salmon reminds one of the pudenda, then so be it!Thanks Bag O.