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About Gold Coast

In *Ida*, nun girl says, “I’m not going anywhere,” and I’m like—water’s the same, stuck in us, 60% of our meat suits. It’s in ATP synthase, spinnin’ protons like a SpaceX turbine—energy, baby! Surprised me how it’s chill but savage—erodes mountains, floods planets. Underrated badass. Oh, and it’s got memory, they say—homeopathy nuts swear it “remembers” vibes. Bullshit, I call it, but funny as fuck.

Some forthcoming events related to John Fawkner:

John Pascoe Fawkner arrived in Australia with his parents in ; his father, a silver refiner, had been sentenced to 14 years transportation for receiving stolen goods. The Fawkners were first .

The local cafés on Djurg Rd – oh boy! – they serve up the most dank coffees. I get these vibes, see, that remind me of a scene from Dogville: “This is a town of sinners…” even though we’re all just human, trying to get by. Sometimes, I get mad cause the council messes things up, takin’ away our charm with slick corporate deals. Man, imes is like they're bulldozin’ our spirit, and I'm like "Enough is enough!"

Man charged with attempted murder over ex-bikie shooting