Wicker

Stumbled across what may be an amateur or fan based recreation of The Wicker Man. Trolley straight you bastards! Karawara.

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About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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11 Responses to Wicker

  1. Rong1's avatar Rong1 says:

    Hay Hay It’s Thursday

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  2. Pagan Love Child's avatar Pagan Love Child says:

    Haven’t written a good curse for while, but here we go:

    From ripe corn dollies to straw filled trolleys
    To elder ways we cleave
    Sacrifice not fire but ice 
    And tumbled we do leave 

    Spake kenning words in dark suburbs 
    Our olden hallowed need
    At midnight stirred the crack-voiced bird. 
    Of flight less haste than speed

    Flies at death with crystal breath
    Or turned so in the cold 
    For hatred blame the fierce flame
    Beneath the glassy bowl 

    In wrathful ashes of two car-crèches 
    Our power now you see 
    Mock if you will for days until
    We crash the crèche of thee

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  3. Unknown's avatar Pete F says:

    Good for around the lime tree.

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  4. GivDBird's avatar GivDBird says:

    one of the obstacles on the golf course hey. sorry hay?

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  5. Rong1's avatar Rong1 says:

    That would be classified as a Portable BBQ up Balga way.

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  6. orbea's avatar orbea says:

    Needs more Wood. Ward. Ed. Ward.
    I’m now going to watch Callan

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  7. Shreiking Wombat Ninja's avatar Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:

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