RUINS

RUINS

This is dedicated To a man who goes by the name Maverick.

Incandescent citrus blossom extends from spires in the dense atmosphere amid the sounds of droning machine parts and the thuds and noises associated with the port. Everything seemed svelte in the mist.

Beep Beep Beep Doosh.

Romance had been in the air for such a long succession of weeks and now that he'd found what he was only able to describe as true everlasting love he felt momentary grandeur that he'd done the right thing, or was in a state of bliss with his partner even knowing full well there was a greater chance of love. The bitter truth was while he felt pure about his advances and treatment to celebrate the kindness and unity, he didn't mind that he couldn't have a nuclear family due to economic variables in working class Western Australia as a wharf driver he was just hoping that he wouldn't have to be a pig on the spit.

The lurid emanation besmirched the senses of his enfettered desire of mirthless impulse.

There was nothing right about anything posing a ferocious obstacle.

"Have you ever listened to the radio on an am frequency?"

Beholden by the darkness of his finite perception understanding perception towards light.

"was swan gold a good drop mate?" "I cant remember?"

"Then it must have been then"

"it is good it doesn't give you a gaseous gut like cheap white." "Well a gaseous stomache isn't a cause of death in most cases."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I tend to think it doesn't really matter if its good or bad."

After watching the news on television Stewie realises that the global recession may lead to working class recession for West Australian working class systems.

From the meniscus of the centre point of the flat landedness continuing endlessly in the straight forwardness moreover re-

establishing the direction from his history oof malevolence of the loins into the line of impulse restoring the pathos of the unkind.

So he makes a jovial remark

"The hardest thing about being a butcher in recession is that it's hard to make ends meat." Stewie was a butcher and was unable to part with his hard feelings about the way of the world depicted in the current media projections online and on the television.

All along the highway a sudden realisation came to him. All of a sudden his visions scope shifted to interpret the colours all along the busy highway. He wasn't thinking about the politics any more he started to talk to himself. "when I used to play rover down in Hilton park the Guernsey was v shaped jumper maroon white and gold." Stewart walks along the main highway in thought. He sees the lights littered along the roadside in a parabola in the colouring that remind him of his old junior football club team guernsey. The three colours were white gold and maroon.

The parabolic dipped v shape was in the golden panorama of the shopping centre and residential zone all across the streets that network the vicinity place or whatever youd like to call it across cul de sacs and fast food outlets littered with precious commodities such as medical centres and all kinds of things the more you go down the gold lights continue or at least they must I don't think I could say for how long but all of a sudden I found it quite pretty until I could see no further.

"Well when I was in Hilton park I played alongside Rudy Gamberi the solid back pocket rover who actually won a brownlow medal. His mate was all ears but he knew it already and made the remark. "well he wasn't Stephen Michael was he."

A black couple were in bed but there was little chance of sleeping and lots of twisting and turning until. "I cant sleep".

"well don't wake me up then unna"

Then at the same time on the other side of town another aboriginal couple were discussing things with an array of whispers.

"I cant sleep tonight because she was moonyed".

Then the nyoongar woman pauses for a short moment and slaps her husband saying, "she wasn't moonyed, she was raped it's a white cunt of a thing go to sleep".

This is the story of the truest love in the world.

The young couple were in love and had become truly inseparable. But they could not breed to have healthy offspring.

The reason that they could not conceive healthy children was because the young woman's brother had a hereditary disease called kleinfelters disease and so he was a shemale.

So after the ball they spoke deeply about the matter and decided that they would preserve and propagate the flower from the corseage which were attached to a band they were Lillie's.

They kept them

Watered them and after several weeks they had an abundance of Lillie's.

There were so many Lillie's that they gave them to people as presents and even placed some into helium balloons and set them up into the sky.

So the Lillie's were in the helium balloons and drifted along the in the air and skyline.

Eventually the helium balloon exploded and the Lillie's fell onto the river bed where they survived.

"Indignant as it may be round those little cul de sacs they look quite nice in their making but the major thing that you got to remember is that to stay away from the sharp end. Yeah I agree yu cant even wear thongs around there. Like I was saying drugs can ruin your life."

We live on a cul de sac.

James was pulling a billy in front his new mistress.

Next door there was the other small place just across brick paving. Its not just that silvia was unwell she was acutely unstable and drinking.

The dog sat on the jumper. Then silvia began ingesting a fifty and a half of crystal methamphetamine in the most despicable way. Through intravenous syringes. She became ballistic.

James was not frightened he was intently discussing a potty idea to his loved one when he could not help but overhear the eruption from Sylvia as she went on and on and on. Up she went and was screaming abuse all the way up to a catylised rush of speed.

A black couple were resting in bed but could not sleep for some reason.

So after they had realised that there was no hope of sleep for the night they decided to keep talking with the light on. "It isn't coondyarn sisters, it the reason why I'm always so upset that we aren't wives and husbands, when is that poxy cunt gonna make that other cunt piss?"

"I don't know but what are you bringing me into this discussion if all you wanted was to leave it at that then Unna?"

"were you born with a broken heart?"

"not as much as that cunt"

"Then how can anyone wake up to themselves with the old one liner that, it's a wonderful day"

"maybe weare in love but then again"

He started yelling, "ill kill two birds with one stone"

She said, "then we aren't in love then"

"Id say sisters we are definitely not in love like that cunt thinks that love is definitely not what he thought"

She exclaimed, "Then he's ignorant"

"then so am I."

On a Cul De Sac arrangement of villas a man was sobbing. "I've lost everything now that I've lost my syndicate."

He was circling about the place skimming his feet a bit but occasionally kicking small stones about with undue aggression.

"I've lost my syndicate he exclaimed!"

At a pub tab beer wells smelt like a pungent round of beers all accumulated.

He waltzed in, in tears again that he was out of luck. "I'm out of luck."

"Shit."

The commentator on the races said something about a syndicate.

Then he started crying because hed always been under the misguided impression that his row of villas was called his syndicate.

Now that he'd made an astute realisation that a syndicate is something else and not an applicable term to give reference to a row of villas he started crying.

So he left the place in a wild huff.

So he left the place and was kicking small stones all the way up the highway saying, "I've lost the syndicate, I don't even live here this is hopeless I'm in ruins."

A black woman was lying in bed having one of those

sleepless night. "Im gonna make you piss for this, its not a story in my opinion based on hating sex in each and every way but that white cunt of a thing wouldn't make a difference to me even while its exactly at the point of right here and right now.

"If I didn't want to see it I woudnt be around." Her friend replied, "Ways and means cunt."

"then what are you waiting for then unna"

"For lightning to strike twice? To kill two birds with one stone?"

I think I'm quietly waiting for the cows to come home on this even though they don't even belong here in the first place cunt."

"I know it's a lovely day, I've said it before the only warning is Cunt im glad that I said it once"

"Sometimes I don't even know what the fuck you mean by that at all."

"It doesn't make sense that you told me that you don't like goey."

"Its up up up go go go."

"There is no where inbetween. But it needs to go up."

"Like when you're a child and your mother looks to the sun and points."

"look at the sun its setting"

"Going going going going going going goin going gone."

"Then the baby learns about the sun and that there is a new day."

"But Druggers don't really give a fuck about tomorrow."

The Death of a Yamogee.

Forensic scientists were adamant that the person responsible for the wounds inflicted on an aboriginal man were well thought out and possible from someone who had a academic history in medical biology. The Aboriginal man who died of pneumonia was suspicious. The Aboriginal male had spent time in prisons in more than one state of Australia for drug offences and sexual assaults including the possession of a weapon without a license.

It seemed apparent to forensic scientists that the person who inflicted the would have gotten the left and right side muddled up as the incision to the side was on the other side of the body opposite side of the liver. The forensics were adamant that the incisions made to the aboriginal man were made by a person with IN DEPTH understanding of medical science.

The reason being that there were incisions made to the left hand side the mirror opposite of the location of the liver facing the man who had later passed away due to pneumonia

So the forensics predicted that the assailant was an expert of science that had gotten his or her left and right

confused in a stressful moment.

Then the helium balloon erupts

And the Lillie's fall onto the river bed. The end.