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A Spoodle in Space - The Space Tourist Chronicles

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  Blast off on a wild space adventure! We're crammed into our battered little Subi spacecraft, heading to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum. Our mission: to reach the ocean planet of Oceanus Station. Join us as we station-hop through space, in a calamity of errors, as intrepid space tourists.  Script Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic of pre-Collapse Jump engineering, groaned under the weight. Myself, BK, and Katcha, the genetically modified spoodle with its enhanced olfactory sensors, along with enough protein paste to outlast a minor vacuum breach, were crammed inside.  A brand-new Brass Monkey cryo-unit hummed in the boot, our lifeline for the long haul. Our mission: a jump from Beagal's orbital dock to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum, a waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station, a planet known for vast oceans. Outpost Aurum, a rumoured oasis of functional grav plating, was our first target. Beagal's orbital dock was a pressure cooker of recycled air and stal...

Ulladulla Cut 2019




We only want to be provided clues 
No longer do we want our problems answered
From now on - dismantle and search
Under this contractual biosphere 
Knowing all of the hyped-up falsities
The everyday inference
My overvalued ideas 
Our failed continuum 


It was always out of reach
Barriers no matter how small 
Barrier no matter how thin
Have held me in sway

Cutthroat capitalism
Empires and colonies
Subjected new frontiers
Past crimes held beyond reproach


My car is making me fat
I no longer walk
These streets are devoid of humans
Nobody is noticing that everything is wrong
Until a barbarian walks by
Then cries of horror are heard


We come to catch a glimpse of the primitive
The pre-capitalist primitive 
The pre-Christian primitive
With the convenience of coffee and shops
Not quite the real thing
Commodification
Taking photos
Buying artifacts


The Ulladulla Gatekeeper
In tribute to Russell Drysdale
In the greatness of the Gatekeeper's Wife
The opposing force

Of our voice
Of the audience 
Retelling and redistributing
Not one but many thousand
Can you hear my echo


Botany Bay Social Primitive

Standing within a political junction
In the footsteps of mass transportation

For the public good
And the complicated machinery of engineering a coexisting place
Racist stereotypes used to justify colonial conquest
To establish our  newfound enlightenment
As a legitimate entity 
As settlers obscuring the travesty of invasion




The British went on and imposed
Their penal settlements
Through conflict and violence
The natives were systematically killed

Declarations were made
Martial law was established
The kingdom's territories became larger
The kingdom became more powerful
Leaving us with symbols of grace














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