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Posts arrive every Tuesday at 10:00 (AEST/ AEDT), rain, shine, or psychic collapse. The tone drifts between bleakly funny and funnily bleak, depending on the state of the world, my brain, or the Tasmanian weather. If you’re here for recipes or wellness tips, you’re not just lost, you’re in the wrong reality entirely.
All photos are mine. Taken with a real camera, while walking, brooding, or thinking about something that happened in 1992. If you assume they’re AI, may your toast forever land butter-side down and your socks never match.
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