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Where can i buy a copy of your mag in Perth WA please.
Hey Tony!
We don’t have any distribution deals to sell ‘em through newsagents or bookshops, they are only available over the net. Click on the ‘Subscribe To Print Edition’ tab in the menu at the top of the page and you’ll get taken to a Paypal site. You can buy single issues or annual subscriptions (4 issues).
If Paypal is a hassle call the number above and we’ll sort something out.
Thanks for your interest,
Stu
Roulette
Jack Batstone sitting there at the table with a plug in his ear and hardly any hair on his head – sat there and crouched over an A4 pad and scribbling on it with an intensity calculations so dense, so miniature, so scribal – it reminded me of Priests and Temples and The Holy Writ of Mysteries scribbled in arterial blood by some starving Zealot hallucinating in a stone room chuckled out of a granite cliff a thousand feet vertical above a river centuries dry in a country without Kings.
Jack Batstone, last seen haggling with Scott Dillon about the price of a water-heavy and yellowed balsa pig at South Bondi.
Last spoken to in the Astra Hotel one Saturday morning when the girls would sling a sheet between the tills behind the bar to catch the uncounted money and drunkenness stood for joy.
Ejaculated out of Waverley College with a perfect Leaving Certificate Maths III paper and nought else but memberships to the School of Arts Snooker Room in Bondi Road and the South Bondi Boardriders.
Sitting on a stool in Jupiters Casino watching the luminant Roulette scoreboard above the wheel that has red-eyed the last dozen winning numbers and every time another is added he bends to his pad and adds another five lines of script and every twenty minutes he bets and even when the croupier pushes over another stack of winning chips Jack is figuring newer moves.
Winning the money is nowhere near the spike of getting the sums right.
The plug in his ear plays Koyaanisqatsi; he lives in a two-room motel room in Broadbeach and sometimes he will take home a leftover hooker for breakfast when the temple is empty of tourists
Jack is nearly sixty and his two stale rooms ache with neglect.
He sits on his unmade bed, on his crusted sheets, and risks another rebuff, this time from an old friend whose only intimacy is a handshake goodbye.
Larry
I have just got to know Kurungabaa and really liked what I have read, seen and watched at the blog.
You have just got a new reader.
Keep up the good work, guys!
Cheers from Brasil,
Gustavo
How can I purchase past copies?