What I Done
(Found yourself misrepresented and want to letterhate me? Feel free. Know that I reserve the right to respond in kind though, so make sure you're prepped for retaliation before you commit. benny_barnett@yahoo.com.au)
MISOGYNISED
At some point in their lives everyone gets a little Daniel Day-Lewis and drunkenly threatens a woman. When it happens, try and choose one that won’t fight back. Three weeks of bowl-watching and there’s still no sign of that rape whistle she force-fed me from choke hold. If it hasn’t dissolved in my stomach I could be in real trouble here.
FED THE GULLS
Hey you know what you think would be funny but really kind of isn’t? Painting your fingers yellow and covering them with chicken salt to trick the seagulls down at Manly into thinking you’ve got chips but you really don’t have any chips and now you wish you did more finger painting as a child because you damn sure won’t be playing the piano ever again.
LOOKED HARD
Come on man, you’re crazy. There’s just no way! If there was a person hiding somewhere in this photograph I think I’d waiiiitaminute, I see him! He’s right there, hiding in plain sight! Ha! Those Aboriginals, huh? Full of tricks.
SUSPECTED
These are my “are you a terrorist” eyes. Oh don’t act so indignant you damned pinkie tree-hugger, I think I know a terrorist when I see one. They’re those guys in the little white hats and aprons who carry those odd metal spoon things around. What? Shut up, they are too. Wait, really? Ice cream men? Then what the hell is a terrorist? Oh. Lesbians and anyone without a moustache. Right.










