Kill ’em all

Posted on February 13, 2017 by AHC McDonald

I’ve got a 45 year old bottle of a Freecorns special blend. Kill-Em. Every offer considered. Or I’ll kill you. 

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Outrage Sunday 281 dark matter

Posted on February 12, 2017 by rottobloggo

Gazing into the abyss in Claremont. I’m still not making these up. img_5417
Oprah has flipped her Klimt. img_5337
I loathe those Shenton Park days. Always full of Klimt-flipping women staring out of windows, whining about bees going to Moscow.
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Tow it!

Posted on February 10, 2017 by AHC McDonald

Reign of Error presents a true blue fucken tableau in Cottesloe. Ignore the kerning. It’s all just beautiful. 

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Claremont ain’t got no..?

Posted on February 9, 2017 by AHC McDonald

What? Post vibrant serial killers? Render? Setbacks? Registered lawns? Be more specific demands Pete F.

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Infested with cocks

Posted on February 8, 2017 by AHC McDonald

Can glory holes be said to be “infested” with cocks? Isn’t that their natural habitat? Populated maybe. In any case, a scene as interesting as a cock hole infestation has surely passed Leederville by some time ago. By Mark G. 

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The Wagins of Sin

Posted on February 7, 2017 by AHC McDonald

Reign of Error shows a boulevard of desolation. A concourse of cocii. Leading straight up satan’s backside one assumes. 

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Animals, food, thinking. 

Posted on February 6, 2017 by AHC McDonald

Have I not put this up before? Can’t find it. Wonderful Sydney Bongo Van finding its spiritual home in Fremantle. #Chris D.  

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Outrage Sunday 280 Coconut Run

Posted on February 5, 2017 by rottobloggo

It’s not quite a gold Torana of the soul, but this Stirling Highway scene was spiritually enriching. img_5393
There’s gold in Caversham – but not of the shiny sort. If that doesn’t signal the driver, then nothing will. img_5377img_5378
You used to be able to retreat to Guildford for some serenity. But the verge parking conflict has everyone on edge. Some have their munted-yet-savage shih-tsus patrolling the perimeters: the ferocious beasts are ready to rip tyres of errant parkers to shreds. img_5379img_5383
Hoo-roo: time for my breafast smoked salmon cronut. It was disappointing not to see any TWOPers at Part II of Top Twenty World Lies in Leederville yesterday. But I’m a forgiving soul: here’s the second half of the list. 11) Mercury in spiral light bulbs. 12) Glen Jakovich and the $10 chicens. 13) subliminal TV messages (Google Project Paperclip). 14) why Elizabeth Quay is the shape of the anti-Christ. 15) Osama Bin Laden is US soldier Tim Osman. 16) CSIRO, SAS, PIAF are not part of the Australian government. 17) Hollywood clues to 9/11 BEFORE it happened. 18) Why are they breeding white dugongs at Exmouth? 19) H1N1 hoax. 20) Why is Schapelle Corby living in the Bell Tower? img_5385

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Detritus 

Posted on February 3, 2017 by AHC McDonald

A Bond Carlton mashup thrown to the howling maw of the free market. As told to WG. Hopefully passed in. 

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Played World 2017

Posted on February 2, 2017 by AHC McDonald

A Fringe Festival has to move every season – be just ahead of general tastes, be edgy, controversial, and just a tiny bit shocking. Very sad to say that Perth’s fringe is none of these things anymore. Are we really still being exhorted to have selfies taken with Famous Sharon? It’s over. Please stop. It’s embarrassing now. Are we still doing the mermaids in the tank? C’mon give those poor girls and occasional man a retirement package. They must have brain damage from all that breath holding by now. It’s just a placeholder for toddlers and leering grandfathers. Stop it. It’s over. Is it only news to me that burlesque is played? Time for another look. This really should be the last year the Fringe is put out in this tired, so tired old format. Let’s just do the drinking on warm nights and lose the burlesque. It’s as played as a Stormie Mills wall mural. Played as place activation, played as gozleme, played as Little Creatures, played as yarn bombing, played as saying played, played as reading this blog. As played as commenting on this blog. If 93.7 is on board, you’ve got yourself a stinker. Played, played, played. So played.

A most dismal and depressing sight.

A most dismal and depressing sight.

Toddlers and leereing grandfathers demographic.

Toddlers and leereing grandfathers demographic.

Why is this shit still happening?

Why is this shit still happening?

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