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Author: Davey Dreamnation

Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives ‘in the third person’. View his full biography.

  • i really like what you’re doing with that

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    So You Wanna clean your apartment?… protest that you really like it this way, that … Der Beek is a really good actor. (That’s sarcasm … basic. But you’re such a slob … d prefer to be doing that are a lot … Description: Article about cleaning your apartment. Category: Home > Apartment Living 39k…

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  • trilight

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    Thanks, Quincey. This one is my favourite so far. It’s got that 1980s, Smiths/ A-Ha quality to it. Live, on location at the Queen Victoria markets, approximately 3am, on the morning of my birthday. Two weeks ago. Note my fresh haircut. Barely visible, but there nevertheless. I am expecting about two thousand more of these…

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  • The Sprite Levels: “Esperanto Sea Levels”

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    DNRC002 | LP | 2002

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  • punk rock uses stolen metaphors

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    They came from outer space … band said “Corporate Rock Sucks,” which is … in a country that uses the old … as modern punk gets really … songs are metaphors for a … 18k – Cached – Similar pages Reversing the flow of negative perceptions 06/ … … you’re into metaphors, Jacksonville’s struggle for…

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  • P2P review 02

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    Well, I’ve done my duty now, but I have to say I’m not done with this review business. There’s another site I’d like to highlight. That site is Mechanically Separated Chicken and is compiled by my friend and sometime partner in Cordite crime, Carlie Lazar. Yes, that’s right – I am now able to reveal…

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  • The Spirit Levels: “Wood Chipmunk”

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    DNRC001 | 7″ single | 2002

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  • the peer-to-peer (P2) blog review project

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    Okay, so I’m a day late with this one, but basically I’ve been involved in this cute little project (P2P – dead link) where people review each others’ blogs. It’s a way of getting people to read more widely, I guess, and make new connections. I’ve been asked to review a blog called “S’all Good…

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  • and now, i am thirty

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    Praise the God of all good things, I’ve finally hit thirty. And doesn’t it feel great! I had an awesome time at my birthday party on the weekend – it was so nice to see so many people there, all having fun drinking, listening to some top tunes and generally GETTING JIGGY WID IT. The…

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  • adam, i ate some ham

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    Walkerton Elementary School – Student Work … Inside of a blouse. Sam made a building go bam! by Adam. … Here comes my friend Sam. He ate some ham. He’s like Frank, The Tank He is a clam. by Victor. … 14k – Cached – Similar pages Limericks … a fish called chopper, Who ate…

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  • hello again

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    How have you been? Happy? Are you smiling today? What colour t-shirt are you wearing? Why am I asking you these questions? Because, as Henry Rollins would say “I know you. I know everything about you.” I know why you’re reading this. I know what you’re thinking as you scroll down this page: … fucking…

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  • Greetings from Woomera

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    Hello Australia, hello world. Greetings from Woomera, South Australia, Easter 2002. Red dust, blue sky, one thousand people, 100 cops – one detention centre, 380 human beings inside; two fences between the protesters and the detainees; one massive gulf between what the people of Australia have been told about these ‘illegals’, ‘queue jumpers’, ‘terrorists’, ‘others’…

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  • This will be my last post for about a week or so

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    Tomorrow I’m heading off into the South Australian desert to join the convergence that is Woomera 2002. If you want to keep in touch with what’s going on there, log onto Indymedia (dead link). As you’ve probably noticed, I went into prose overdrive the last couple of days. I think the quality of writing is…

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  • How I woke up on the roof of a house was anyone’s guess

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    Except mine, of course, on my second last morning in the Sprawl, when the floodtide abated and the rooftops peeked, like a billion kids in straw hats, from the syrupy dawned surface of the City. An hour later the water had disappeared altogether, and I was able to clamber down into the Street. AC had…

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  • City-sprawl, sprawl-city

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    Of course, Yogi wasn’t the only one beginning to have battery problems. Me and AC rode in one of the huge cigarette shaped carriages in Sally’s light speed train, strapping in for the lift-off, and taking the opportunity to rev ourselves up a bit via the on-board jacker. Energy levels rose, in small increments, orange…

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  • Palmerston Sprawl, satellitic

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    The Sprawl roams erratically through space, tracking stray electrons packed with micro-information – refugees from a computer age, when bits were free. For the moment, in this aftermath, the City survives on its landlines alone. Obeying a tendency to cluster itself according to subtle shifts in information balances, the City metamorphoses its rhizomic tangential growth…

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