Thursday, October 09, 2008















Same trip up the Gulf...

there we are on the piss at the camp one night, stars shining, coastal mallee roots on the fire, full guts, and heaps of beautifully colored moths gently flitting about, hovering and looking closely at us.

Says I, to the resident gofer and part time deckie, ( who incidentally, happened to exist on a self imposed staple diet of baked beans out of a can and proved conclusively that you may be able to exist on this diet for at least seven months before you go guts up and all ya skin goes scabby and falls off), ... "check out the fucken moths!! how cool is that, that cunt's coming in real close"...

He proceeds to relate to me the first time that he met, and was admiring one of the friendly pretty moths, which at the time fluttered gently about two inches in front of his nose, and was quietly talking to the boys around the fire about the experience as it happened...

"how cool is that, ay. Look at the cunt. Check it out boys!!"..

and it fluttered closer, slowly following the upwards slope of his nose, to halt just in front of his right eye. Where it gently fluttered and drew closer, insect and deckie as one in the warm starry pilbara night, and slowly it unwound its snout...

















Then stabbed him in the eye with it.

Fucken cunt of a thing.