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Drifting Clouds

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  Drifting Clouds between Hong Kong and Guangzhou When I was suspended in that atmospheric corridor between Hong Kong and Guangzhou, I was struck by how the sky felt like a turbulent yet tender expanse. I wanted my watercolour strokes to blend and blur on the paper, mimicking the ever-shifting weather patterns of the region. That is of moisture-laden clouds dissolve effortlessly into brilliant, open patches of blue. For me, this piece is an impressionistic echo of that flight. I was trying to capture that fleeting, weightless moment of looking out into a vast horizon, right when the heavens feel both endlessly deep and close enough to touch. 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 .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to m...
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The Art of Yeee-haw

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The Art of Yeee-haw

Goddamn, let's do a tune called "Hanson Hide," okay?  

Goddamn tape's rollin', let's go!  

Let's round 'em up!  

One, two, three, four!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Keep them Asians movin', movin', movin'  

Though they're workin', never complainin'  

Don't try to tell me they're not floodin'  

We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED!


Yippee-yi-yay, burqa in your face!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, cover up the race!  

Hanson hide, yeee-haw!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Keep them Africans out, out, out  

They bring disease, that's what she shouts  

No refugees, no black South, no doubt  

We're gettin' swamped! Swamped! SWAMPED!


Yippee-yi-yay, chain-link and hate!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, keep Australia white!  

Hanson hide, yeee-haw!


No good Muslims! None! Zero! Zip!  

All of 'em bad, that's her gospel script  

Court said it straight: "racist, hateful shit"  

Derogatory, discriminatory—full-on fit!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Indigenous handouts? Reverse racism!  

Screw native title, call it a prison!  

Stunt in a burqa, Parliament mission  

Look at me, clowns—pure ammunition!


Yippee-yi-yay, decades of this crap!  

Yippee-yi-yo-ki-yay, still wearin' the mask!  

Pathological, obsessive, never gonna stop  

Hanson hide—raw hate on top!


Swamped! Diseased! No-good! Reverse!  

Burqa stunt! Court punch! Still no remorse!  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'—keep the fear churnin'  

Hanson's brand—bigotry burnin'!


Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Rollin', rollin', rollin'  

Raw hate, raw hate, raw hate...  

Hanson hide!


Yeee-haw! Fuck off!











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