Rebellion

Subverting the Dominant Paradigm since 1971

Black is the new Pink

What is that sound I can hear coming from across the Tasman? It sounds to me like a gut wrenching cry of existential despair? A ritualistic rubbing of gravel through the air and rendering of garments. A withering of the soul. A gnashing of teeth. An aching of heart.

Funnily enough, there is an underscore, barely noticeable, hardly detectable. The sound of choking?

What could that sound be??

October 8th, 2007 Posted by rebellion | Uncategorized | no comments