When you speak with me, you are having a conversation with heritage listed vernacular.
Eks Rated, if you care to turn your head.
A dear friend posted his diet for perfect muscular definition. I couldn't help but giggle when my other dear friend read the post script, which described his last meal of the day as being kangaroo coming in sausage skins. I do believe he was challenged implicitly by the high gust of proteins, and meant quite simply, that he eats kangaroo meat sausages for his dinner.
Recessionary inflation, tilt your head.
Brisbane is relishing in its consumers at 3.1% inflation, whereas in Sydney we are humbled by minimal price combat with 2.4%. It is one of the many proofs that Sydney is taking the recession more seriously. We are, in fact, closer to the rest of the world, the social climb of fallen economies, than our northern counterparts.
Thou art photo objectified, gone!
The plastic plant from the lift foyer has disappeared. No more still life for the aesthetes.
"Artistic Director?" they question me!
"Of course, my life is art and I must keep the show going!!!"
"Cup of tea for one darling, and sit me in the far corner. I'm not on display today!"
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