The Crewman and The Snow Woman

A ute decoration so ill judged and risible that it’s almost great. By Mancey, Bunbury. 

About The Lazy Aussie

Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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31 Responses to The Crewman and The Snow Woman

  1. Rong1 says:

    Pro Hart is still wallowing in spaghetti

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  2. Shreiking Wombat Ninja says:

    I fuck dead people …

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  3. A fan of Schubert’s “Der Tod und das Mädchen”.

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  4. Bento says:

    At least they got the flames going the right way.

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  5. skink says:

    I really like this sculpture piece because I am a big fan of Chris Drury, even if he is a second-rate Andy Goldsworthy
    but I don’t understand what relevance Cornish dry-stone walling might have to Perth or to AFL football.

    still, it’s got to be better than Kim Scott’s footy poetry.
    it doesn’t rhyme and it doesn’t even mention Adrian Barich.
    Now Barra was poetry in motion…

    https://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/sport/afl/a/31732614/art-meets-sport-at-perth-stadium/#page1

    http://chrisdrury.co.uk/the-wandering/

    https://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/wa/a/32562965/the-inspiring-poetry-set-to-lift-perths-footy-crowd/#page1

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  6. skink says:

    and also RIP Gene Wilder, my gravitar for these last few years

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  7. vegan says:

    men really do overestimate their attractiveness, don’t they?

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  8. orbea says:

    Boner!

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  9. Zuben says:

    Medusa makes her victim rock hard , not boned up !

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  10. you'll get wet says:

    Sorry she’s too white for me. I’d like a flame shirt though and always ask for one without luck on birthdays xmas etc. you see deros wearing them, they must know where to get them.

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  11. BSWAM says:

    I’ll go out on a limb and guess the lady is the nightmare Life-In-Death from Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner.”

    Her lips were red, her looks were free
    Her locks were yellow as gold
    Her skin was white as leprosy
    The nightmare Life-in Death was she
    Who thicks men’s blood with cold.

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