The Metallic Bloom "It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper... like biting down on a gun barrel. Then... it detonates. It’s not a scream—it’s a jagged, violent bloom tearing through my throat. Shards of silver... iron... and rust. I am no longer a man... just a dark silhouette exploding into shrapnel. The panic is absolute." The Metallic Bloom video-poem It starts on the back of my tongue. A cold, sharp tang of copper— Like biting down on a gun barrel. Then… It detonates. It isn’t a scream. It’s a jagged, violent bloom Tearing through my throat. Shards of silver. Iron. Rust. I am no longer a man— Just a dark silhouette Xxploding into shrapnel. My body isn’t mine anymore. My voice isn’t mine anymore. The panic is absolute. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art ....
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Vic Market Bratwurst
The morning bustle of Melbourne’s Queen Victoria Market is captivating. The scent of fresh produce and sizzling delights fills the air, but the irresistible aroma of sizzling bratwurst takes you in.
Approaching the counter, you're drawn to the sight of perfectly browned sausages, each glistening with flavour. The vendor, wearing a friendly smile, prepares your order with care. Nestled in a crusty, freshly baked roll, the sausage is topped with a generous mustard smear and a drizzle BBQ sauce. The snap of the bratwurst, as you take your first bite, releases a burst of savoury goodness that balances perfectly with the tangy kick of mustard and the smoky sweetness of BBQ – a harmonious blend of flavours.
With each bite, you savour the intricate layers of flavours—a tribute to the market’s heritage and Melbourne’s vibrant food culture. The bustling market around you fades as the warm, hearty taste of the bratwurst transports you to a moment of pure, simple pleasure. This is more than just a sausage roll; it's a quintessential Vic Market experience.
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Bratwurst, Queen Victoria Market, Melbourne, Sausage, Street Food, Mustard, BBQ Sauce, Market Experience, Crusty Roll, Food Culture
Touch down in Melbourne as the sun rises and the city awakens. Dive straight into the vibrant Queen Victoria Market, indulging in local treats and treasures. By midday, take in the breathtaking Melbourne skyline from a sky-high vantage point. This is how you do Melbourne in a morning! ✈️🥞🏙️
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Melbourne travel, Australia tourism, Queen Victoria Market, Melbourne skyline, Melbourne food, Morning in Melbourne, Melbourne itinerary, Melbourne travel guide, Things to do in Melbourne, Melbourne day trip
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