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Echoes in the Wire Unspooling Day 1

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  Scene 1 In the cradle of copper veins, where the first byte flickered like a eucalyptus firefly against the millennial dusk of 2000, threads uncoiled—raw and unbidden, a post-punk snarl weaving through the static hum of dial-up dreams. Imagine the snare drum's ghost-crack echoing off Uluru's red flanks , not as a conquest but as a lover's bruise, blooming violet under star-pricked skin. Here, rebellion wasn't a fist raised in Canberra's marbled halls but a glitch in the grid . A Laughing Clowns howl warping the airwaves, sonic annotation—jagged guitar riffs splintering into didgeridoo drones , fading to the hiss of cooling circuits. The wire remembers: a young voice, pixels pulsing with the fury of forgotten tapes, cassette ribbons unravelling like the Murray-Darling 's parched secrets, whispering of bans that bind not bodies but bytes, burqas woven into neural lace, veils pleading for the light they obscure. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge Jo...

Napkinart Mall Leap of Faith


Don't pretend that you don't know
When you are everything
When you cannot stop
As beautiful as you may be

Hiding in your room
In fear of your salvation
Knowing that any fall could do it
Who will you replace?

Where are they hiding?
In this sacred grotto
Waiting to be found
But too shy to let it be known

And so I leap
In my ownness
In readiness of assault
And waiting for the fall to end







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