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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...

Kyoto Street



Are you tired grappling with the complex problems
Your place in the universe
Take a contemplative walk
Make your choice
Select your frame of mind
Consider helping the poor and sick
Why hurry
Why catch up


Kyoto Street Tree

It is so easy not to see
When mass media almost always the leads the  story with hate
When religious media almost always justifies the story with damnation
When politicians almost always employ inflammatory rhetoric to gain votes

External attackers and internal disorder
The Religious,  Government and Military shepherds are selling us safety through our fear











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