March 2012
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Karl Christoph & Tess Van Deyk →
This is a video of Karl and I working on a song the other day at the bar. We tend to get a little carried away with our drinks. Excuse us. I hope you like it.
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Live and die in Bellevue Hill
We seldom remember to make the most of each day, wrapped in heavy Monday morning sleep before the sunrise, it’s all too hard to fashion lips into a friendly curve. We just rise, stiff-backed and lazy-eyed like bloodsuckers from caskets between the dusty pages of a Bram Stoker novel we’ve never bothered to read. Only we stain our teeth with caffeine instead of blood.
Then we wash away...
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What are your intentions?
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A story from my anthropology lecturer
Upon hearing word of the 9/11 attacks in 2001, the Masai tribe of Sudan felt it necessary to show the suffering Americans their support. The Masai tribe (being isolated from media, technology, and residing in hand built huts constructed from organic materials) decided to offer 14 cows to America as a display of their condolences and support. This made my day, I hope it makes yours.
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Whilst the decorations desaturate on every corner, every window, the glues and papers decay across glass panes - an inorganic fungus, gorging itself on consumerism - we chase the sunset on the descent of each day, upon the ageing park bench by the shoe store.
By Tess Van Deyk
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If the morning never really wakes you, how do you fall asleep at the end of the day?
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