@whiteswinous.bsky.social
stage 4 incancerated eunuch/Jaguar/Triumph slut/philogynist/marginalien on Kaurna/Peramangk country
image by @sandyhorne.bsky.socia
image by @sandyhorne.bsky.socia
PL's funeral: me with the '29 Silver Jubilee Buick Peter Lehmann and I drove [or siphoned] to 3rd place in the 1988 Redex Bash. [It was branded Bourke to Blatherskite but our southern mob did Adelaide>Bourke first.] That Buick was amazing, sitting on 70mph all day once the mud had dried out.
November 10, 2025 at 5:28 AM
PL's funeral: me with the '29 Silver Jubilee Buick Peter Lehmann and I drove [or siphoned] to 3rd place in the 1988 Redex Bash. [It was branded Bourke to Blatherskite but our southern mob did Adelaide>Bourke first.] That Buick was amazing, sitting on 70mph all day once the mud had dried out.
we are the stakeholders
November 9, 2025 at 3:41 AM
we are the stakeholders
My mate Dreadful made this PacManMobile for me. He lined the egg shells with fibreglass. Pacman's feet walk and his head bobs up and down. Powered by a wind-up traction engine [motion] and a battery [flashing lights].
November 8, 2025 at 6:19 AM
My mate Dreadful made this PacManMobile for me. He lined the egg shells with fibreglass. Pacman's feet walk and his head bobs up and down. Powered by a wind-up traction engine [motion] and a battery [flashing lights].
I reckon this one's about 20 years old. I hope it still works.
November 7, 2025 at 7:57 PM
I reckon this one's about 20 years old. I hope it still works.
Thankyou comrade. This is from the same diary.
November 7, 2025 at 7:46 PM
Thankyou comrade. This is from the same diary.
Thankyou Marcia. I have no bookish/paddish/diaretisch stuff that I regret. My old records help teach me who I am now. And I really like my illos from the acid years:
November 7, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Thankyou Marcia. I have no bookish/paddish/diaretisch stuff that I regret. My old records help teach me who I am now. And I really like my illos from the acid years:
I have many boxes full of such notepads and diaries. My tasting notebooks are full of illustrations. Here's a leaf from 1973:
November 7, 2025 at 7:34 PM
I have many boxes full of such notepads and diaries. My tasting notebooks are full of illustrations. Here's a leaf from 1973:
scared of bed
November 7, 2025 at 7:16 PM
scared of bed
There's a crack in everything: The morning radio told me of the death of Leonard Cohen. I shocked up and drew open the curtains to see this wild tumult. Thankyou forever Leonard.
November 7, 2025 at 6:55 PM
There's a crack in everything: The morning radio told me of the death of Leonard Cohen. I shocked up and drew open the curtains to see this wild tumult. Thankyou forever Leonard.
My grade 4 cancer, and its treatments, totally screw my peripheral neuropathy. Fingers and toes, hands and feet - I must look to see where they are before I move lest I fall. My nerve ends are screwed. Maps of our nervous system are scarce, so check this, have a big think, and start again with me:
November 7, 2025 at 6:42 PM
My grade 4 cancer, and its treatments, totally screw my peripheral neuropathy. Fingers and toes, hands and feet - I must look to see where they are before I move lest I fall. My nerve ends are screwed. Maps of our nervous system are scarce, so check this, have a big think, and start again with me:
They were never so demanding as the emus that threaten George Grainger Aldridge each morning . . .
November 7, 2025 at 5:45 PM
They were never so demanding as the emus that threaten George Grainger Aldridge each morning . . .
Here's some tiny handwritten history from the diary I kept at seventeen.
November 7, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Here's some tiny handwritten history from the diary I kept at seventeen.
here's some powers . . . where are the separations?
November 7, 2025 at 4:21 PM
here's some powers . . . where are the separations?
And here's a frontline officer in the Koala Gum Control as drawn by George. Arm them!
November 7, 2025 at 3:39 PM
And here's a frontline officer in the Koala Gum Control as drawn by George. Arm them!
I was a mad bread-maker til I realised I was becoming a straightforward fatso Ian. And I'd keep finding things like this rotor, poking through my lovely crust . . . crunch, clang!
November 7, 2025 at 3:32 PM
I was a mad bread-maker til I realised I was becoming a straightforward fatso Ian. And I'd keep finding things like this rotor, poking through my lovely crust . . . crunch, clang!
Heavy bike scene, backstreets of Adelaide.
November 7, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Heavy bike scene, backstreets of Adelaide.
I can't decide whether fear of aged knowledge pushes in here or it's full-bore infantile late-onset gerioctracy or Alzheimer's madness pouring the inflammables on, early. With deep acknowledgement of Ted Hughes:
November 7, 2025 at 2:20 PM
I can't decide whether fear of aged knowledge pushes in here or it's full-bore infantile late-onset gerioctracy or Alzheimer's madness pouring the inflammables on, early. With deep acknowledgement of Ted Hughes:
Tramp steamer. No drugs.
November 7, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Tramp steamer. No drugs.
Fungi foragers in the Kuitpo Forest, just over the ridge. Introduced species, left, pinus, right eucalypt.
Read morous slikum here:
drinkster.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-sh...
Read morous slikum here:
drinkster.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-sh...
November 7, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Fungi foragers in the Kuitpo Forest, just over the ridge. Introduced species, left, pinus, right eucalypt.
Read morous slikum here:
drinkster.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-sh...
Read morous slikum here:
drinkster.blogspot.com/2016/06/a-sh...