Rivers and oceans collide; majestic mountains urinate on subterranean lands; riotous wildlife dividend fertile surroundings with benign flora; sentient souls coexist in abstract rationality; a disillusioned young blogger deceives everyone, cowering shamefully behind his thesaurus. So begins the final harvest...
WHAT?
We spent the weekend incarcerated. Our new neighbours, the Storm Clouds, emptied their proverbial colostomy bags onto the sun-baked rooftops of the river city, moistening the terrain like a KFC Refresher Towelette.
Ergo.
We created board games out of various household items. Popular was a stylised version of celebrity heads - this variant requiring you to choose a celebrity that was representative of that person.
WHAT?
We spent the weekend incarcerated. Our new neighbours, the Storm Clouds, emptied their proverbial colostomy bags onto the sun-baked rooftops of the river city, moistening the terrain like a KFC Refresher Towelette.
Ergo.
We created board games out of various household items. Popular was a stylised version of celebrity heads - this variant requiring you to choose a celebrity that was representative of that person.
Chris: "I should have been Mother Theresa!"
At the faintest sign of a break in the weather we released the shackles, taking the camera to the streets to track down a mysterious imposter, a poseur...
LOL
On Monday we peregrinated to Howlong, a quaint river community 30 minutes downstream. The local IGA donated some sausages and we had a sausage sizzle.
And so it is, the end of the growing season is nigh. The final crops have been harvested, scythed from the ground with reckless precision to be consumed anonymously by ambivalent personage. But realise, friends - the sun does not go down. It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning around. I depart enriched - filled with indelible memories - Chris' eyebrows; Katie's veiled malevolence; Albury's apoplectic homeless community; the interloping RPA crew; WIN News' journalistic integrity. This is not the end, dear friends - crops are deciduous.
I'd like to thank Libra Maxi Pads, Wayne Coyne and the Macquarie Thesaurus.
Ryan Cropp
