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Beyond Windscreens: An Australian Outback Odyssey

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  Beyond Windscreens: An Australian Outback Odyssey Out here, the road is not merely a path through space. It is an unfolding encounter with an ancient, untamed continent. Every Stop Is a Story chronicles a journey into the deep furnace of the Australian antipodean. Viewed through the windscreen and reimagined through digital sketches and metaphysical reflections, the familiar highway bleeds into mythic territory: knotted gum sentinels standing firm against blinding midday glare, still billabongs reflecting cool indigo beneath smouldering night skies, and atmospheric rifts where raw heat ruptures the quiet scrub. Merging travel narrative with speculative vision, this series traces the broken arteries of transit and the enduring silence of red dirt—documenting what happens when the mechanics of travel meet the land's boundless, poetic and artistic pulse. The Journey Starts Here Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist....
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Intelligent Systems Future looks Backwards

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Intelligent Systems: Future looks Backwards

That is a lie Sir
In this house of fear, your law does not abide
No questions are asked,  no answers are given
Manifested understanding is the transaction premise
Where continuous ceremony induces parallel reality
You cannot enter softened by law
Where to shared misery and stealth is suffice
When shared fear empowers control
How we are at each other's back, ready to attack, ready to fear

My church is disciplined to our vision
Our constitution, our order, our prodigy, our marvelousness
In our concoction of stench, mayhem is regulated
And within, the sweet scent of exclusivity and the noise and the symbols of power we feed on each other
We in brotherhood are unabandoned
We are self-devoted to our purpose
I as we
What is to be achieved will be gained
Sir, you have no jurisdiction in this domain

You may enter under house rules
You may enter under nomination
You may enter under association
And whilst you hang on, our blades do we sharpen
And in your participation shall you make sacrifice

Spend your time in hiding
Run from post to post
Your cleverness will not outlast my wrath
Sell and seek cover
Lie and fabricate a new life
What is yours I can take away
Our destiny is now in my control
There is no safe harbour in this line you have drawn
Immersed and kissed





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