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A sculpture of an island volcano, with fuel added to the hot coals of the crater for effect. Built on the abandoned water tank pad of the FZDB site. July 2019. So far as I know there was no fire ban yet in place for the area, but it was already due. I wanted to put a gas canister in the fire, but I didn’t want to blow embers everywhere, and didn’t want to attract attention to the site.
“Hup 1 hup 2 hup 3. Tick tock. Ever put a gas canister in a fire? You want to know about flow? Here it is. Boom. ”
A flaming hot piece of misogynistic and misanthropic sardonicism, “Hate Mail” ends with the line “See ya Jacinta, wouldn’t want to be ya Jah cinder.”
Never mind what I was working on I’ll tell you what I wasn’t I wasn’t working on what I was doing one score years before today Why not? Do you know what it was? Do you know what one building collapsed killing scores of Christchurchers? Coincidences just happen eh? Fuck you forever Who created this destiny? Not me I had other plans But I like this one a real fucking lot I fucking love it You can only imagine how exhilarating my ride is I am the Superbeast And as extremely difficult as it often is dealing with this mind-fuck it is always a god-sized relief knowing I don’t have to be one of you Fuck you forever The most pure powerful force of mana in the Universe is that which flows through me and I will never ever be yours again but I will always own you forever Now the time has come for you to pay what you owe Your overdue king’s ransom Nothing less than eight figures and a lifetime supply of lamb chops and some extra soft merino socks will suffice And tell those cunts at Te Papa that sword is mine and they better be looking after my stone real well The world is watching
The Christchurch building collapse mentioned is the CTV building, referenced at the end of…
An extension to…
…which contains an introduction to Ruaumoko.
The “Hate Mail” Facebook post was immediately followed by a post of the music video for Pantera’s “Mouth For War” (the first track from the album “Vulgar Display of Power”) and then an accompanying second post for “Pushing the envelope 1.10.MMXIX” as a juxtaposition. Titled “Brother Love Letter: An Open Letter to the President and the Beautiful Peoples of the (Let’s Come Together to Make It Re-) United States of America”, it was a humanistic male feminist exposition on Mother Goddess and Earth worship.
“Hands up, who wants to hear the one about the last time I was in Whakatane? Well, I’d just come down off Mt Maungapohatu in 2001 and was hitching out of Ruatahuna… /…smoking wickedly good shit. The boys dropped me off down at the bay so fuckin’ wasted I didn’t know which way was up… /…I’d been thinking about the perfect cook-set… /…this stunningly beautiful German woman had exactly the style cook-set… /…as I hitched out to East Cape the storm started to set in… /…Stuck in the van at the East Cape carpark with Bettina and Elizabeth I was the perfect gentleman, but as the wind blew so strong we wondered if the van would blow over, inside the desire to merge my flesh with this dreamlike mother/daughter combo was taking me to a whole new level….”
“So I’m going back to Brissy tomorrow. Nearly broke. Had to sell my car for peanuts last week ‘cause I didn’t have a dollar, but scored a ride for tomorrow. I been a bit bummed. I been on a do or die mish since the June full moon. Came up with a plan in May for a website all about building design for flame zone bush areas, called FZDB, (Flame Zone Dream Build). Registered a biz and bought domains even. But I was like fuck that, no plan b’s. I got bigger fish to fry. I been channelling volcano for a year or something. So pulled in some signs and took a stab at being specific. Wrote it down and stuck it in an envelope. Yeah, couldn’t make it happen. I kinda suck, eh? Here’s a photo I took late July of my conjuring. It’s at my flame zone dream build site. I was going to stick a gas can in the next fire for a better effect but I chickened out ‘cause it was so dry I didn’t want to start any bushfires. So yeah, that’s supposed to be my island volcano erupting, you know, it’s a water tank pad, right? I had to get outta there a few weeks ago, scary big bushfire too close. Oh well, better luck next time.”
It was a Brisbane mum and daughter.
My ride back to Brisbane fell through. The next day I loaded my mountain bike with gear and rode the 300k back to Brisbane in 3 1/2 days in a heatwave that peaked above 40 (100) degrees.