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Instagram photos + captions resembling an e-zine. Instagramazine was once a love letter, ooh-er.

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clumsy anecdote

(dedicated to two old schoolmates Sean & Craig)

“Jail stripes, fae-small impossible buttons. What were they even there for? The strap was to show some attempt at decency made, but the buttons? They…”

Jail stripes, fae-small impossible buttons. What were they even there for? The strap was to show some attempt at decency made, but the buttons? They weren't keeping anything out, merely pretending to keep things hidden inside, who cared what, nothing's there. A cat nudged a bruised knee. I jumped, knocked my chin on the shoulder reservoir, and winced for a bit.

We used to come to school and boast whose reservoir could hold the most when filled during a shower. You were over a foot taller, slightly muscular. It was never an even contest! And now, a new smudge, not very elegant, is it? It never stopped - being so clumsy; we never grew up.

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I saw dead faces in the carefully tended garden. For some reason, it meant no would put in the effort to tolerate you.

(instantaneous thought after unexpectedly waking up bolt upright, seeing out of the window prior to dawn in that week)

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caged prize (photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack)

The peacock prepared itself for the glass and metal cage that reflected its plumage but was afraid to step onto the moving clunk. It looked inviting in natural light but the peacock was well versed in history of humans: Cesare Borgia had captured and brought Caterina Sforza to Rome in a gilded cage? The peacock ruffled its feathers, sighed and turned never to face the escalator again.

(this is the uncropped, pre-Instagram version of the photo posted here. Tumblr seemed to be throwing tantrums whenever I tried to upload the cropped one…)

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Tiny Night Beings, 6/6

Superman really dreams of being a lion, and lounging in yellow savannah. Even superheroes have aspirations. I close my eyes for my own.

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010)

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Tiny Night Beings, 5/6

Shh! The jewelled owl hears all!

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010) 

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Tiny Night Beings, 4/6

Meanwhile, the superhero think tank thought and thought. With frowns of concentration.

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010)

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Tiny Night Beings, 3/6

I dreamt of the perfect hoot, and what it could sound like. And who would stroke my down.

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010).

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Tiny Night Beings, 2/6

Some of us smoothed our hands over textures we were too shy to experience when you were here. I trace my finger along the design of your porcelain.

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010)

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Tiny Night Beings, 1/6

We listened to the secrets of your apartment while you were gone. They are not major secrets – just small things. The smells your carpet preferred. What the light is like at crepuscular dawn.

Collaboration by Suz Hinton (@noopkat on Twitter) & @snarkattack (c. 2010)

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caged prize (photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack)

The peacock prepared itself for the glass and metal cage that reflected its plumage but was afraid to step onto the moving clunk. It looked inviting in natural light but the peacock was well versed in history of humans: Cesare Borgia had captured and brought Caterina Sforza to Rome in a gilded cage? The peacock ruffled its feathers, sighed and turned never to face the escalator again.

(this is the uncropped, pre-Instagram version of the photo posted here. Tumblr seemed to be throwing tantrums whenever I tried to upload the cropped one...)

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red light district (photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack)

you said your face flushed when we first met dappled light projected screenings nature was momentarily our studio searching for space amidst decaying bricks to runaway, to nest; shadows of leaves and your wings will wrap ‘enfold as if to protect’ is that a desire or an order.

photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack.

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martial art / arts school? (photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack)

*based on the character Simon Chan in ABC’s ‘Maximum Choppage’, played by Lawrence Leung:

  http://www.abc.net.au/tv/programs/maximum-choppage

no infringement of intellectual property rights intended; severe hero worship for oddball humour is, however :)

ART SCHOOL DIARY day 1

So while everyone home in Cabramatta thinks I’m training to be an awesome kick-arse martial arts warrior, little do they know that I’m actually at art school. The shame if my ma found out… anyway, there’s this rogue outdoor arts group that meets at lunch and they’ve decided that we have a week for our next assignment - create a work and use an outdoor space as a canvas. What, like street art, or graffiti?! What if I get caught? Will they deport me?! Egg’s the one with street-smarts, I’m not even that good at maths. Oh wait, this is Melbourne, same country duh. I’m so caught up in the lie of training in China…please don’t hate my lies, oh great dead ancestors, gulp.

day 6

I DID IT!!! All I had to do was imagine Petal telling me to stand up for things I believed in and then - not sure what came over me - but the adrenaline rush! Don’t think this act of ‘street art’ is going to lead to me becoming a violent criminal. Still shit scared of ma though. She’ll think I’m a total let-down to our family name. Why can’t I have Petal’s mega skillz? Or she could be ma’s daughter? Art school means I must have some high-octane mani-pedi designs up my sleeve…could I market it that way to ma? The microcosms I could draw up on a single human nail - does this not make me god-like after all? P.S. I meant to misspell ‘skillz’. Simon. 

photo by @puregin (same username on Twitter, Instagram & Tumblr) / words by @snarkattack (same ID on Twitter & Instagram)

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three bicycles (photo by @puregin / words by @snarkattack)

Red: Shut up, you guys, you’re always trying to hog the bloody limelight! It’s bad enough the stupid flesh creatures don’t even think we’re alive. Blue: You’re just cross because your basket is plainer than mine - mine has character. Suck it. Green: Come on, you two, no wonder the damn fleshbags can’t recognise our sentience: we’re always bloody arguing amongst ourselves! Look - we’ll take turns choosing who gets our services, okay? Can’t you just focus on the scenery or something? You can be so damn thankless at times…

photo by puregin (same username on Twitter, Instagram & Tumblr) / words by @snarkattack (same ID on Twitter & Instagram)

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Icarus and co. 2.2 (finale)

“Musical prodigy dogs were everywhere, if you actually stopped long enough. The walk home no longer meant stumbling clumsily on cobbles, fumbling with metal-wood finish back gates. If you ever find out what musical piece this was, please won’t you tell me? Send it to the black tangle-bun raincloud, it’ll reach me eventually.”

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Icarus and co. act 2.1

“A hairstyle wandered home as a lonely cloud, with trapped drizzle. You lost your glasses, someone had received bad news, the sky was starting to lighten. Letters flapped in the wind to remind you that allies still existed as long as you kept out of the dark.”

found a day after learning Luke You has RSI (Brunswick, Melbourne)

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I got nothing. Sad face.

words by @trevwashere / photo by @snarkattack 

Thanks to @trevwashere - that’s the last of six photos he provided captions for. 

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Geoff's toy planes were getting out of control. We recently started sleeping in the hall.

(words by @trevwashere / photo by @snarkattack​)