North Queensland copped a 5.4 magnitude earthquake that shook Townsville about 3.30 on Saturday afternoon. It was even felt as far away as Brisbane. Christchurch was also rocked by a magnitude 5.3 aftershock at about the same time. And not to be left out, Japan had a 5.8 that shook Tokyo. Like my new paragraph break?
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Earthquakes everywhere. Scary stuff.
We are going to end over near South America or somewhere if the quakes don't stop soon.
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Earthquakes I DON'T love.
Not to be left out WA had a little tremor at 5.2.
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Darlings I await an earthquake, a stupendous tsunami, a tidalwave no less, sweeping me and my pianna down to King island. Things couldn't get worse. Murderess Trish Clarke came this evening. I had to play Edelweiss. She sang it alto soprano, with the window open. Every dog in Newport started barking. Yes well there'll be trouble again, more council letters, I'm only glad I don't rent this joint.
I don't want to see any more marriages. They make me sick. Just fill out a form or something, later you can tear it up.
Homosexual and Drag Queens Collective.
Its very pretty - maybe this old earth just has to settle its self about from time to time instead of being torn apart in a big way - have tho hope it all stops soon
Hazeldon Place. Mother and I are going out. Little Eric is crying because I'm wearing his cap. I'm saying nothing, how unusual, four-year-old swearer that I am. Mother takes the cap from my head, disappears into the bedroom, comes back without it. Eric stops crying. Mother and I leave, out the door onto the veranda. She shuts the door, pulls the cap from somewhere in her clothing, puts it on my head. Aye, and they say she's retarded? Clever woman.
'If I loved You'.
Happy Easter, all my darling sugarpies. Miss Jahteh has a Latin lover, he put the glass slipper on her, one night in Footscray. Quite an event.
A glass slipper!!!!! Good lord, on my huge foot, what are you smoking Rochester?
Therese, unfortunately more to come but there are so many rumblings, it's hard to predict where the big one may strike.
Probably when Rochester the poet falls out of his open window while playing Boogie Woogie bugle boy on his piano to annoy the neighbours
butts, I'm smoking butts.
The nice thing about poverty is you can always go back to it.
Well as a teenager I smoked bumpers I picked up in the street, now I only smoke my own. Quite a progression.
Robbert, that brought back a memory of my mother telling me about the TB patients who used to throw their cig buts over the fence to the mental patients who weren't allowed to smoke. She always wondered how many ended up dying of TB.
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