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Sensory Deprivation

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  Under attack from some of the most corrupt elements within the Australian government, or that's how it felt, he had no idea how to deal with the torment being inflicted upon him. They were dishonest. They were liars. They had gained advantage through their lying. They had been tormenting him for three years now. It had begun at exactly the same time as his mother was dying a sad sad death made worse by the Australian government's endless Covid restrictions.  And it continued to this very day, chasing him across Asia. It was his 73rd birthday. And they were determined to destroy even that. Cloak yourself in armour. Be strong. Be brave. Let the storm pass over you.  How was it that these things could be allowed? How was it that this dishonesty ran rampant through the system? Surrounded by the buzz of an Asian city, he ran into an old acquaintance, Robyn, who had been stranded in Australia for three years during the Covid era. And that's what he said about Australia, it wa...
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My Friend My Friend

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  All those cold spirits which flowed down from the mountain and echoed from other forces, those moments when he crashed to Earth and endured a terrible regret, the time lord who repeatedly whispered "100 million years 100 million years", a time stamp beyond human comprehension, that was it. He stared out the window and realised that time was passing. Under attack, he crumbled. While only days before the spirits were cloaking him with high grade, multi-tech armour to hold true. But true to what? Sometimes you have to pay attention to his own instincts, but he trusted them no more than he trusted the voices that came and went in their enchanting, terrorising beauty. When he came out, when the animals emerged from their protective burrows, when humanity shifted a gear, mobilised by the ubiquitous spread of mobile phones, of all the clarity, all the clarion calls, a gigantic spreading network.  He shouldn't have been frightened, he shouldn't have tried to destroy himself...
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Freedom of Expression

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  Now is the time, they said, in that cascade of messages he tried his best to block out. The river of crystalline marbles, millions of them, flooded down the escarpment for days, each an infinite universe within itself.  He had fallen off the cliff and was only slowly regrouping. War was breaking out in the Middle East. There were a number of expats in Saigon, but few of them were complimentary about their homeland. "It's sensory deprivation," Robin said. They had communicated during the lockdowns back in Australia, in those darkest most impossible days, most outrageous flights of government mismanagement and malfeasance, while in the aftermath many continued to suffer the consequence.  Bui Vien remained a colourful cavalcade, although it was clearly not tourist season, with many of the streets, bars and restaurants all quiet. He was glad to be away. Iran and Israel played constantly in the background.  A Tucker Trump feud broke out, which interested him greatly. Ma...
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In That Dark Heart

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  In that dark heart of betrayal, when he lamented everything, most particularly falling off the wagon, bullets burrowing through his brain, staring at the floor, staring out the window, a suicidal self abnegation, there seemed, for a moment, no hope. All the images were strange. Millions of crystal marbles flowing down from the escarpment, flocks of birds circling over carcasses on a battlefield, the derelict outskirts of cities where all had been destroyed, a spooky sense of everything lost. He just needed to go walkabout.  The wild crew he had hung with half a century before were mostly gone. Had died at the scene. Were long gone. And those who remained were all on the way out. Poor old Dr Stephen, who had outlived his cancer prognosis by several years, was now on his very last legs.  Michael, now 72, who he had known since 1970s, was hanging around in Bondi waiting for a call from the hospital to have a heart operation. After having the jab in order to travel. Althoug...
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The Future Transfixed

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  There they were then, this terrible assault on all dignity. He betrayed himself, he betrayed his supporters, he betrayed his own destiny, and sank, sank. For a time. He had no idea why this terrible collapse. And so it was, those dark windows, that gale that blew through everything.  Farewell, my friend, said one of the Watchers on the Watch before he left Australia, and all he could think was, "my friend?". Why didn't you say that before? But he wouldn't have believed it anyway. Part of the disillusion was centred around the election, the sweeping victory, if not mandate, of the Australian left, the total collapse of the conservatives. He had always thought that Peter Dutton would one day be Prime Minister, and would return the country to the sensible middle. But a truly gormless election campaign, where he stood for nothing and simply echoed Labor, the left, meant only that he had had a better offer.  And would do the 50 metre dash to the nation's boardrooms. ...
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It Began

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  It began in cyclonic circumstance, with the wind whipping off Bondi Beach as he struggled through a gale up and down the beachfront. There was no life. The bars were all closed or closing. There were few people about. The gale was a dark force, or remained dark within him, as he fled sanity and constellations of connected intelligences and instead buried himself in the ordinary, a collapsed individual seeking abnegation.  It was hard to know what brought it on; although the Sense8 style hiding from other operatives was always a part of it.  He could hear them echoing in the land beneath the escarpment, propelled from the deep spirits of the forest, caring for what he did not know.  He really did not know. He moped around the house and lamented getting older, more ordinary, more convinced of deceit and abnegation and ordinary things; longing for purpose or confidence or identity, or just youthful determination. He prayed for courage, strength and determination, and ...
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Fraud: Clamouring Dissent

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  Foul beasts stalked the Earth. Australia became the kingdom of liars. Dissent was quashed. Fraud was everywhere. The government lied, the politicians lied, the intelligence agencies lied, and deceit permeated every aspect of everybody's life. Taxed into oblivion, taxed into servitude, modern day slavery, overwhelmed by strangers, forced out of affordable accommodation, he'll be lucky to afford a van by the time we're finished with him, the cruel hoax these people represented was literally everywhere. A sharp dagger rammed up through their guts and disembowelled them. A sharp bird flew overhead, squawking with piercing eyes, knowing too much and avenging strangers.  The sacred and the profane. We are all guilty, chanted the Christians, while the spirits swirled in indifference, and time flowed over all of them. It was the injustice, and it was the dishonesty, it was the deceit, and it was the blatant fraud perpetuated by taxpayer entities, that's what got to him. MAINS...
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Worms & Eels & Monsters

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  Australia was now a very dishonest country. The media lied, of course, the judiciary lied, of course, and the politicians lied ceaselessly.  That was the way of it now. They had all been indoctrinated to rise up, hypnotised through their computers and phones and through the mainstream media, told what to do, where to do it, but most of all, what to think. Gang stalking, mob thinking, the mentality of the pack, it was now everywhere. Dark, and darkness to come. He would be glad to hit the road. He wanted out. He wanted away from the liars and the egregious, stinking bureaucratic bullshit, the hideous dishonest narratives of net zero and gender disparity. He couldn't think of a single solitary thing the Labor government had done which was of any good for the country whatsoever. But they had just been re-elected in a landslide.  And God forbid you should disagree with the pack. You would be under attack.   And the spinning discs from another civilisation altogeth...
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Mad, bad and sad: The Times We're In

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  The battleground was set. The nastiness was set. A demoralised population. Empty pubs. Struggling businesses. A cheerful cohort. He just wanted out, of all the treachery, all the surveillance, all the dishonesty and rampant hostility of the dodgiest and most dishonest people he had ever encountered. It was a dog's game, a dog act, no, that was an insult to dogs.  He was disgusted by the whole damned lot of them, be strong, the spirits said, as images of a sabre-toothed tiger dribbling venom kept recurring; ready to tear apart the enemies of truth, an apex predator as they were so conveniently called. They had passed beyond the barking temple dogs.  The self righteous communist left now dominated the entire Australian political landscape. The conservatives, although they had been the wettest most faux conservatives the suburbs could conjure up, were in the process of annihilating  themselves with gutless leaders.  Do you want a full on communist or a wetter tha...
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