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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...

Hiroshima Decent



Each decent is comparable
Even if you live a 100 or a 1000 years

The unavoidable fall into worldly affairs
Entangled in its complications
Entangled in its quarrels

There are a number of vantage points
Find them if you can


Hiroshima Lion Dog

The beginning of all things to end
Once a symbol of strength
With the power to repel evil
With real malice and magical power to act

But then the questions
Who guards our guardians
As we guard ourself from ourselves

Until we finally rest in error
And the social contract is disemboweled

As the logistics fall apart
From one misunderstanding to the next











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