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Nollaig faoi shean is faoi mhaise duit
May this season give everyone what they deserve
Just saw a delicious young woman with a truly wonderful T-shirt
Her skirt was as wide as my belt
Her T-shirt barely there and writen on it
"One Question Santa
Define Bad"
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Have you ever really tried, that stuff they call low fat
supposed to be real good for you and other bits like that
keeps your body healthy if you like the lack of taste
and if you cannot eat it, it all goes in the waste
Low Fat Icecream, there isnt much thats worse
as if the ancient gods came back with a curse
to get rid of rubbish so boring and so bland
but its not the worst just so you understand
Low Fat Tasty Cheese, the mongrels should be shot
It may be low fat but tasty it is not
Oh how marvelous, I'll live to one hundred and five
if I dont shoot myself too bored to stay alive
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One major problem in travelling in Asia is the lack of quality cheese
They simply dont eat it and it is not easily found
I ****ed about it to the girls so they found some low fat cheese
Please do not attempt to feed this plastic junk to anyone
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Posted: 12/24/2009 12:50:53 AM | Dear Diary
It was blank, that page, before our meeting
shiny white and virginal, unlike us
no pen, lead, or rubber marks; simply pure
unblemished as they say, whispering
No folds or creases mark it, unlike us
where damp suggestions hungrily play
amidst the havoc of our yesterdays
and tomorrow's lone confessional
That solitary page, one of thousands
but ours alone, together with the rest,
unlike us; who seek lovers privacy
while baying to the crowd, oh look at me
now crushed and torn, laid waste, so like us
it was blank, that page, before our meeting
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Posted: 12/27/2009 3:40:08 AM | Way you hold me
no agendas, no subterfuge, nothing hidden in your grip
perfect balance as before, ensuring that we cannot slip
into that empty chasm wherein lies the death of dreams
for fantasies realities are nothing new it seems
above us, blue so comforting, in ever thinner air
adrenalin our master-stroke baptising our fear
sad but true, deliverance, held by fingers might
fragments of our yesterdays clinging on so tight
as if tomorrow matters, each moment held in time
in this union o'er the chasm, feelings so sublime
wrapping in contentment, every shuttered feeling
hot drawn in chalk and sweat, in sanity revealing
our closeness is unique, but not our destiny
in the coldness of normality there cannot be we
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Gotta love xmas
apart from a reason to have a party why do we bother with it
as a time for family it can be ok
but any other time can be just as good
in fact usually better as you have more control then
you only need to invite as many inlaws or outlaws as you want
[who put up with me for the fresh banana prawns]
then look at me in disbelief when the photos come out
fluttering nervously in case some reptile has ended up in my travel bag
locked into boredom they shudder at the thought of touching a lizard
and gasp with horror at a group of komodos ripping a deer apart
[while devouring venison back steaks]
yet have no fascination in the souks of Bahrain and the majesty of Dubai
the huge spice markets in Chongqing
or the Burmese gemstone cutters polishing rubies by hand on the banks of the Irrawaddy
choking on the glayva when I invite their daughters to come
with my kids to sail the yacht to Sulawezi
Then on monday or tuesday they
in their [insert suit name here] will foreclose on someone or other
or buy a business just to close it down [removing competition]
and try to think up ways to keep any of the kids from going
although I an supposed to stay for a while I prepare to flee again
thanking [insert favourite god here] they will never understand
and thus will never "pollute" my places
"civilisation" is often not very civilised
Sydney to Habart is a huge yacht race
my yacht is 45ft long and feels pretty big
some of the maxis are 100ft long
that is a bloody big chunk of sailboat
the worlds best boats and crews had a go this year
weather defeated the prospect of a great race
but watching them fly is pretty special
teamwork and gear virtually lifts these monsters
out of the water on a spinnaker run
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Posted: 12/28/2009 2:49:24 AM | Hope you had a wonderful Christmas Peter
Wild Oats nearly did it again
Flew down trying to catch Alpha but can't do it now
Happy New Year
Mandy
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Posted: 12/29/2009 11:49:09 PM | Welcome home Mandy
Supposedly Alpha is a Kiwi yacht but hasnt been home for a while
Just cruises around looking for races
Would have been awesome to see her and leopard head to head in strong winds
Have a great New Year
Year of the tiger
as water drips from kunai grass before that temple so folorn
one solitary butterfly colours bright ignites the dawn
savouring its freedom, forever questing for a mate
flitters power amidst the flowers wild upon the gate
that forever hangs unmoving, forgotten for so long
before that lost and empty shrine haunted by the song
of yesterday, of childhood, of sanctity, of loving priest
of withered claims where none remains, secular at least
where darkness lies malignantly within an ancient crypt
butterfly no longer flies for here we face another script
of fragments of a vision there, of pieces of a jigsaw laid
scraps indeed hide the need and bloodlust thus betrayed
sections flicker in and out, never once a picture whole
until they come together to cauterise your soul
camouflage has freed at last the tiger watching in the dawn
as water drips from kunai grass before that temple so folorn
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Posted: 12/29/2009 11:50:32 PM | at long reef wide we hesitate
looking at the thunderheads and listening to the lightning crackle
watching and waiting for something indefinable
too many years and far too much water has passed
no charts; but a good sounder offering suggestions
in its endless sweeping
that curl of current, unseen electronically, lies waiting
not for us, scavengers that we are, but for that moment of mastery
that solitary moment when it all changes
when the racing tide dies and the hunters come to play
our tribal sacrifices flutter in the bait tank
not exhibiting fear yet knowing this is not a good place to be
bait needles rubber bands balloons and all is ready
last of the year first of the season who really cares
two high two low and silence
no graveyard silence but friendly silence
where nothing needs to be said until the slap of waves against the hull changes
almost imperceptibly but changes none the less
the light rod trembles in a subtly different manner now
we look at each other wondering when
not if any more but when while everything on our stage assumes new positions
balloon breaks free and a rod bends as we listen to the scream of the reel
pulling in the other lines until one stops suddenly and we know we are two up
momentary chaos
followed by the knowledge it has all come together again
gloves on grab the beak and hold
hook out swim until the colours run release
last two of the year on a holiday tuesday as we head back
flags flying, of course, across the face of the storm and home
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Posted: 12/29/2009 11:58:48 PM | Answers
weaving shells
of nation or family or self
forgetting why we wove them
terrified of breaking free
we make them inescapeable
forgetting
forgetting how beautiful our wings could be
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Posted: 12/30/2009 12:28:30 AM | Too many hours in airport do this
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if you do not believe in guns can a gun kill you?
if you do not believe in other religions can their rites kill you?
as the answer to both questions is the same where does that leave us?
far in advance of ourselves really as we reach backwards into one possible future
where we realise that belief has nothing to do with reality
twenty people with inoperable disease are given a new drug
ten are given the drug
ten are given sugar pills
one of those given sugar survives and thrives from then on
but that is ignored as an aberation
why
the disease has still gone
how
of course it is ridiculous to suggest their mind cured them
it had to be something else or a misdiagnosis or psychosomatic
now its time to go back into the future
becoming an actual part of the living environment rather than observers of a dying one
we used to call animals
not those sickly remnants of royalty the domesticated ones
but the ones from where the air is clear and water is actually drinkable
some still can
the hunter who walks into the bush at exactly the right time too frequently
the fisherman whose rod is always bending
the ones who 'find' various animals seemingly at will etc
simple things that we ignore because if they cannot be explained they should be ignored
or called luck or denigrated one way or another until we honestly believe we understand
conscious or unconscious what parts of the mind do we truly know
consciousness must exist all over
all over what is where it gets tricky because two people looking at the same view
usually see different things why
because their time lines or whatever you want to call them are slightly different
whichever name you choose sorcerer shaman witchdoctor curandero brujo
they know
they know if they are still connected
if they haven't fallen into our traps of greed and forgetfulness
this is where everything must alter
not anything they know
but everything we think we know
hallucination
wonderfully simple explanation for anything
so long as there is no ready physical evidence it must have been an hallucination
for hallucinations are believable
how stupid a statement is that
we are prepared to believe we/they/I/you experienced an hallucination
[something that never existed] so that we can explain away what existed for we/I/you etc
when a doctor wrapped in skins and superstition cures a terminally ill patient
we know it was a mis-diagnosis because otherwise it couldn't have happened
for we cannot cure on a psychic level since we dont even believe it exists
when you combine psyche and immune system you have a brand new game to play
at least we do they have played it forever
that same doctor/etc/etc turns away lots of patients
they, of course, die so now we can say aha he is not a real doctor
he cannot really cure the sick [truly physically sick maybe not]
until another comes along dying and is cured and we say aberation
put a scenario in place
a shaman/etc/etc has been seen vanishing in front of people
answer one everyone who saw this was hypnotised/drugged
answer two he was a western style magician and used tools to create an illusion
answer three is where the fun begins
this is the part that can only be explained by a practitioner
so you become a practitioner to learn how it was done and reveal it
as a practitioner you have no interest in revealing anything
and the circle of ignorance continues
If you had never heard music and someone tried to explain that on any level
a series of musical notes could alter your mood you would laugh at the suggestion
that is why 'our' science cannot either understand or detect such things
just as our doctors have their gods such as cleanliness so do the orisha
at an ile they will only feed on pure black or white all else is waste
unless of course others decide to play and then the ashe flows differently
if hibernation is a time of rest and renewal who controls the hunger on awakening
we chose the easy route which was to multiply our strengths through technology
via the industrial revolution etc etc and this in turn over four centuries removed
the vast majorityof natural forces from our lives
but
some can still make natural psychotropic recipes
a shaman makes a brew =biological recipe and casts spells =memorised recipe
combined you have one answer
these combinations have existed forever but modern medicine ignores them
[while using them to explain zombies, kadaichi-man etc etc]
for to admit them is to admit there is a world out there they know nothing about
and one they comprehensively deny the existence of
it is only now as we destroy the last of the rainforests and slaughter the last fish
as we bring 'civilisation' to the final bastions of those who live with nature
to infect it and them with ourselves
thus destroying what we sought
that some are beginning to look in the right places
few with the care this deserves
for
if you summon a storm who can say where lightning will strike
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Posted: 12/31/2009 9:46:19 PM | Created Cremated
How interesting
Asian Islamic countries are interesting to spend New Years
for in the majority of them alcohol is frowned upon
unsure why, they make half hearted attempts to celebrate
for really they are gearing up for the Year of the Tiger
markets, still bustling and chaotic, even though night has fallen
has fallen, is exactly right, for there is no twilight
just sunlight growing dimmer as the sun drops into the volcano
then blackness
except here of course where the vendors huddle under arc lights or candles
because you are in a hurry you exhibit american urgency to defeat manana
chinese fire crackers
who else would you buy them from
USD$100
no discussion and no argument as boxes are filled
staggering back to the restaraunt you smile knowing what $100
would buy in Sydney or New York or London
on the deck over the water, with pidgin and bits, bottles are lined
one or two are lit with both ceremony and hope
for none here can read the instructions
amidst whoosh and bang the blue lights strobe
arrogant as ever
uniform and swagger sticks til funny money exchanges pockets
childrens brightness peering
flashes of teeth and eyes
sambal fish with iced water and lime
chicken; [or rat; hard to tell as they skinned it better this time]
on some sort of rice without fur in it
[can always tell cat as it has its own flavour
and wouldnt be wasted on me as it is a delicacy here]
manager caught; stranded between greed and need
with nothing left to cook he wants to close
as people gather
more fireworks appear momentarily
or hang lazily to droop away into shadows
full moon breaks apart the evening rainclouds
[its monsoon season here] to offer us her glory
whiff of sulphur lets us know our firecrackers could be insignificant
but it has been so long
before even grandfathers memories
it surely cannot happen again
as it wanders on seeking others doubts
we understand;
one day
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Posted: 1/1/2010 4:34:24 PM | 13th moon [blue moon]
between the columns
Anaan;
bless for us this navel
one union with our goddess
as we
we who are your children plead;
"Who am I
Heaven, Earth, Sun, Moon and Sea
I am the Queen, the Goddess, the Night
Mother, Giver, Womb, Fruitful
Where am I
I am here"
"Who am I
I am Father, Son, Brother
Plougher and Sower
Hands, Eyes, Tongue
Where am I
I am here"
midst pillars three our covenant
of life of faith of fire
as Bealtain is the death
this moon is desire
in celebration of rebirth
Cailleach to Eriu
as mother sister lover queen
we unite with you
battles raven black or white
begone before this purity
all sanctity unto Anaan
who bathes us in her light
ruler of the blackness
in your rivers of the stars
to our delight also daylight
yet night to sun is barred
Tuatha de Danaan = Children of Anaan. Anaan = Diana = Aphrodite =Istar
As moon goddess she was considered supreme ruler for although the sun can never shine at night
Anaan can often be seen by day
Cailleach to Eriu Cailleach is the spirit of the Celts in her old withered phase restored through this moon,
or the death/rebirth of a king, as Banba Fodhla or Eriu young and vital
celtic calendar 60 months of two thirtys. 6 good months of 30 days 6 bad months of 29 days =354days.
This moon is is the main adjustment moon used once every five years to balance it up [61th moon of that 60 cycle]
There was another one after thirty months but it was not considered as important and was ignored as required
ravens of battle both black [land] and white [sea] were banished hopefully meaning peace
at brugh na boinne [newgrange] were the most important pillars and circle
The two centred acclamations are not mine but are probably as close to original
as it is possible to get allowing for translation
This was the night of rebirth when every single fire was put out until Anaan
gave it back to us at midnight in the navel then this reignited all other fires
[fire was of critical importance so to put out all flame shows how dominant this night was]
There were usually a lot of births about 9 months after this night
With the changes to the calendar now this moon only comes once every 19 years
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Posted: 1/4/2010 1:35:16 AM | up here they moan
unobtrusively
land trembles slightly as per usual
its only wind of course
the moaning that is, not the tremors
for they are nearly unnoticable
the hanging gourds slightly vibrate
as everyone blesses themselves to jesus
openly of course for they are christian
then sign and mutter quietly to other gods
to avert the whispering of the dead
who moan
unobtrusively
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So much to see and do yet
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Posted: 1/4/2010 7:07:45 PM | in that archaic sepulchre as fodder to vile fiends you lay
so virginal within your shroud, untainted by decay
for their necrotic pleasures, vixen to the hounds of hell
ambrosia on sated tongues who know death so very well
forbidden by the malice in the chalice of the priest
a silver tongue, has brought undone, your sacrifice and least
but never final, in the pivoting of chance, a vacant place
may be refaced, as offers leaving one more trace
or dead track to salvation, in the nation of the dead
where vacant stare must compare, to one kiss instead
I unworthy champion, doomed to live a life alone
must rupture everything I trust in trying to atone
in the shimmering of scales and in the vipers kiss
such majesty prevails, ensuring that you cannot miss
so take the throat I offer, then let the venom run
no more shall I suffer, in death we shall be one
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Posted: 1/5/2010 4:34:31 PM | We slipped her into the water yesterday afternoon
thunder lightning all the good stuff playing around us
typical monsoon weather
She is still floating this morning so life is good
Rigging masts and fitting sails to go
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Posted: 1/5/2010 5:42:40 PM | Blue Moon
Sailing through time and light
To meet the moon and run panting
Briar-torn and alive with youth
When the world was as young
Tuatha De Danaan
Mighty moonchildren
We are
Celtic and
Walk the earth
Hunters
From the waters of the
Danube
High among mountains born
Iron is our resolve and our
Wisdom, and time our friend;
When the moon is right
We'll breathe the night
And all the fertile gardens tend.
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Posted: 1/6/2010 3:08:38 PM | Welcome OB
Good to see someone appreciates Danaan
Lovely stripey
Great sport fish
Enjoy some fun here anytime
pete
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Posted: 1/7/2010 4:43:25 PM | while that rabbit stares in wonder
distant thunder rocks the night
clean refrain of tropic rain
standing stark against the light
for we, who dreamed of nothing
in contentment now have found
one crucible defining will
as a dragon holds her ground
midst her land of fire and rage
where lava freely flows
a paradise of waterfalls
one seed of friendship grows
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Posted: 1/8/2010 6:32:25 PM | observations
once upon a starlit time
as wisps of magic touched the air
our heroine [if that she was]
began her fretting there
midst splutterballs of yellow light
bouncing away through the night
and visions of a knight so brave
she coiled in restless glee
slowly in the window frame
nightmare vision without name
for where had all been rock before
through tempered glass she now saw
a miracle of scale and claws
emerging thus to give her pause
for where darkness had been seen
she gazed upon a dragon queen
of black where blackness could not be
of shiver blown intensity
so cold within those hooded eyes
in blind relief she realised
she must be still behind that glass
until the dragon queen had passed
in dim reflections of poor light
her eyes were drawn without respite
into that shimmering of scales
flexing of those wings entails
in use of muscles colours bloom
kalaidescoping through her room
til looking that she must ignite
her beauty filled the night
where all was grim and dull before
such magnificence she saw
in scales that burned of inner fire
those golds and reds of pure desire
as there in lifes intensity
something she had never seen
still in silence, no word spoken
with one claw she moved that token
of her mirror; yet unbroken
If I never see another airport lounge I will smile happily
How bad can that imitation food really be??
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Posted: 1/9/2010 10:02:34 PM | slither
creeping death to live is to die
suicide and redemption purify
the more I see of wolf and man
cyanide all within my hands
blackened devil's dance,
fight fire with fire until it sleeps
seek and destroy one broken beat,
and scarred pulling teeth
free speech for the dumb killing time
the struggle within the end of the line
four horsemen my apocalypse,
the shortest straw, the judas kiss,
phantom lord don't tread on me, so what my friend of misery
turn the page too late too late enter sandman wasting my hate
frayed ends of sanity, escape the thing that should not be
sad but true; better than you, bleeding me
wherever I may roam my world the memory remains
welcome home all nightmare long tuesdays gone
seek and destroy some kind of monster
unnamed;
unforgiven;
the god that failed
fade to black
Thanks to Hetfield Ulrich and Hammet
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Posted: 1/9/2010 10:11:31 PM | I once dreamed of feathers bright
a bird of paradise
of sweet perfection in my sight
yet fate had thrown new dice
before I knew what I could do
my helpless desperation grew
before I knew
before I knew
Watching it as away it flew
I once dreamed of feathers bright
in whisper's lullaby
no nightmare offering me blight
but rainbow touching sky
within one kiss of velvet bliss
which both of us have come to miss
within one kiss
within one kiss
there could have been an end to this
I once dreamed of feathers bright
to lose my will that way
in tunnel now a blazing light
begs following today
turning around again around
until that golden fleece is found
turning around
turning around
this joy in song without a sound
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Posted: 1/10/2010 9:13:34 PM | Love this style
Sometimes plane trips can be great observation times
it was the last bit left on there
in the dark could not tell
finished up without a care
of number one or two as well
before she knew what she could do
her helpless desperation grew
before she knew
before she knew
seemed her finger had gone through
it was the last bit left on there
cabin crew had missed
flicking wet fingers in the air
she was feeling pretty pissed
for now this was a crying shame
no longer just a silly game
for now this was
for now this was
not a good time for sharing blame
it was the last bit left on there
a hole in the middle
as purple prose melted the air
had to do another widdle
embarrased and half decent
everything really recent
embarrassed
embarrassed
locked into final descent
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Posted: 1/13/2010 4:15:18 PM | what can be found within a glance
or locked in a heart
to understand the circumstance
one begs a brand new start
diving deeply in her eyes
where her pain was cauterised
diving deeply
diving deeply
finding yourself hypnotised
what can be found within a glance
one spirit roaming free
a butterfly must take a chance
to meet its destiny
in that shimmer seen at twilight
there is raw magic taking flight
in that shimmer
in that shimmer
eyes reflecting her delight
what can be found within a glance
for memories will fade
that joy in having one more dance
while other plans were laid
weaving sunlight into a dress
forever forwards never less
weaving sunlight
weaving sunlight
the heart and soul of her success
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Posted: 1/13/2010 4:36:42 PM | Bunaken
fragments float
imbued with arbitrary innocence
of course
individualy isolated
one page or another
scrawled across
or lying pure and naked to the eye
where zephyrs do not play
in some idolatry of spirit
but real
myths of memory die
in cyclonic rage
emerging
some sweet and perfumed goddess
to lay before you
unblemished
as the lotus eaters cry
with the hint of frangipani on their tongues
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Posted: 1/13/2010 10:20:26 PM | (aww pete...you are takin' me there...lovely!)
you ask me
the question
of your thread
an
invitation
challenge
threat?
yes
i say
without hesitation
without thought
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you know
a reaction
(more a trained habit...
but that's another story)
shall we play?
oh yay, i say
we all
should
be so
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Posted: 1/14/2010 7:20:13 PM | Its all good Rose
There is a very English saying
"Wouldn't be dead for quids" quid being slang for pounds =$2.00 approx
So I wouldn't be dead for squids either
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nanna no no no not your nanna
the other one
Now just memories
Cuneiform carved in stone
Firefly ignites
Such different impulses
Forgotten with her childhood
firefly
did a fairy cry
when her horse was captured
flicker of bright fire
finally to fade away
disconsolate the weeping
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Posted: 1/15/2010 6:57:31 PM | we sit here
politically correct
as per usual
bleating about diversity over our decaf [does anyone actually drink that stuff]
but screaming at anyone who says we are all different
a gorgeous woman flashes tits and ass
this gets her a job/boyfriend/promotion etc etc that she really wanted
a woman uses her IQ to get job/boyfriend/promotion etc etc
whats the difference
both used what they were endowed with
using this got them something they wanted
both brains and looks are 99% genetics
so dont shoot the messenger or try to say one is better than the other
in fact by trying to prove one is better or worse
you remove only yourself from the only category that truly matters
since we do not control our genes [sometimes our jeans too]
the only real thing we can control is 'choosing to be nice'
in Aus there are huge problems with water
I gave full access to my water treatment patent [and all subsequent designs
including my latest upgraded alterations]
absolutely free to a water advisory commitee to use as they saw fit
and to give away free to anyone who could use it
I refused their offer to be involved in meetings etc as I dont like the climate there
Just got a letter saying they now 'own' all rights to the patent and its marketing
and I am prohibited from using or advocating its use in their state
they were given something very useful free and have chosen to be 'not nice'
they should have used tits and ass instead
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