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Blue Cobras in the Toilet

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 22 October 2013

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I've gotten a parcel, box, wrapped with string, and upon opening discover that it's filled with blue cobras.

I don't know if they're venomous or not, but it's best not to take any chances, and so I dump them into the toilet and give it a flush.

They somehow resist, coiling themselves around the bowl, they're still there, and some have crawled out, are on the flush lever, the pipes, a beautiful blue, intelligent eyes, staring at me, and I want to grab them and throw them in again, flush again, but I'm not sure if they're venomous or not, but whenever I reach for one it flares it's neck and hisses....

Banksy sells off street art

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Found

Published: 17 October 2013

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And using his fine PR skills, Banksy launches a not-so-anonymous campaign to promote his New York residency:

Link: http://gizmodo.com/banksy-sold-225-000-worth-of-art-at-a-central-park-sta-1444833251?utm_campaign=socialflow_gizmodo_facebook&utm_source=gizmodo_facebook&utm_medium=socialflow

A bargain for those shoppers who knew what they were buying.

More on Banksy in the news: Sirens of the Lambs: - http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/arts/culture/la-et-cm-banksy-sirens-of-the-lambs-20131014,0,4832074.story

and his Taliban Dumbo Video: http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/video/2013/oct/08/banksy-video-rebel-rocket-attack-dumbo

In a church filled with rain

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 17 October 2013

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Driving outside of Calgary, west, autumn, a gas station, few houses and trees on a southbound road, an old prairie church.

I'm in the church, moving my stuff in, a deal on rent, I haven't too much stuff, a few books, end tables, my children are helping me. One of the books, large coffee table style, pages graded according to color, as you flip through them they are cut away in tight squares, so that each page both reveals and helps to create the architecture on the next, it's an art-book of sorts, I set it on a table, the floors are roughly hewn, a few colored patches of light from the stained glass windows dapple the room, "this will be a fine home once I fix it up" I'm telling myself...

Then it begins to rain, and the rain pours in through the ceiling as if it weren't even there, and I'm running about trying to save my books and this church isn't looking like such a good deal after all...