Debra’s Zebras pulled debris from the sea.
You and me would see the debris consistency as bras and cheese.

What are you afraid of?

What can you see?

Log into my gov

Avoiding you and me

We’re all in this

In this together

Our company missed

And beers in sunny weather.

Nominations:

He comes from a family of kind and charming intellectuals. He carries all of their positive personality traits and welcomes conversation as a soft of co-creation-enlightenment.

Huw is the youngest of four boys – yes, his poor mother. Having known Huw for most of his life there have been numerous instances and successes that signaled his resilience, and will to succeed and do great things.

Most recently Huw is undertaking a PhD at Monash University. Following his passion and ambition in the medical sciences, he has been offered the opportunity to undertake a Fulbright Scholarship at Yale University later this year. In doing so he hopes to continue his work in Neuroscience; studying the effects of technology (smartphone) on our moods and motivations.

Huw is an exceptional human being. Driven, he possesses and demonstrates qualities beyond an all-rounder, surpassing any expectation of the status quo ‘slow-and-steady’ approach to an academic career. Huw is also an example of the necessary sacrifices of-and-for success. Every single day people compromise and make excuses. But not Huw, he has what it takes to be single-mindedly focussed in order to increase the depth and span of collective human knowledge.

Most importantly, Huw is grounded. Both interested in theory, and practical in it’s analysis and application

Why win?

Huw should win this award for his contributions and efforts thus far. As a public speaker he has inspired students in Tasmania and Melbourne to follow an academic pathway.

Australia needs passionate and inspirational leaders, now more than ever. In a world of distraction, technological advancement and fake news we are more susceptible to suggestion and mass media marketing than ever.

Huw is someone that cuts through the noise and will continue to make a vitally important contributions to Australia and the human race. His work has the potential to unlock the secrets of the human brain which will help us to better understand ourselves and the community in which we live.

** Cruise control doesn’t steer for you.

Wait a minute, if you’re back here, who’s driving?

I’m awake. It was a dream; that body, that life. Love condensed, the sex, the abuse, murder and freedom. Coldly ending in the corner of a bathroom sink or a cement block by the beach. Snagged and rolling under the surf.

He had my blood on him, my everything. His straight brown hair, beautifully abused body. Oil and chisel, Lorax moustache and public curls. I felt as much as saw; looking at this someone you loved, and the monster they became, and the body of Geneviéve, cold. She’d done it, she was a feminist, that’s how we met. I felt her hate, loved, but never fully understood. Like me she missed something, but committed fully to her ideal, bolting down to a feeling and destroying anything-anyone. I think I loved her, I don’t know why she was there. Perhaps I’d invited her, she lay behind him, me in-front as he took me from behind, sand like silk beneath us, slapping, careless. Loveless, he pushed through me, done with effort. A maestro lover, fallen. Wayward ejaculations of energy, with fading care for a world that passed by too quickly.

Remember this feeling. Remember this feeling, remember this feeling, remember… this… feeling. Please try to REM–

Hi, It’s me.. This is my body. My consciousness, there’s the wall at my head. It’s early. Possum early. Screeching, scrambling guttural growls wake me. God I wish they were dead. All dead, remember? All?

How can this be preserved? My body was like a black ant’s. Carapace smooth, almost reflective. Suspended breasts, a socketed torso, lean and full of life with warm, supple concaves and rounds. A balance of hills and caves, peaks and troughs. One more life that wasn’t my own.

I’ve been gardening a lot recently. Watering the plants at least once a day, either in the early morning or late evening: it brings me great peace. The smell of dirt and greenery have a freshness; livelt; an organic nature that agree with my every sense. Peace, and the joy for my wellbeing in seeing things grow. Today I realised that something had devoured my plants in the night. The tick had soon become a tock. The swing of my emotional state. Fuming.

Packing it all in, we drove, ran climbed, descended, walked, flew and bussed. Hello Melba!

Zucchini in the wings; there was a last minute change that we had to stomach it.

Liftoff. Car, road, The Meg, Arrowhead ranchos. The distance diminishes as the mountains rise up around us.

Peek-a-boo bound. Cook’s mountain then camp Teka Po to soak up the stars.

A “full” day driving and eating fish and chips. Hello QT.

Late start. The old; jog, shop, pack routine. Look out for Kiwis!

Hike day and the marvels of mountains have warmed our souls. Waterfalls and tense crossings.

Hiking 1277

Hitched with some frenchies. Collin the cabbie and finding “the Key” to paradise.

Waiting at Caltex for the ride that never came. Breakdown in communication in an avalanche of wet.

Doubtful sounds, a day of sitting. Policing my impatience. Josh hitchhiker from Brighton and the bra fence!

#thatwanakatreat a swim and the stupidest late night run to date.

The peace of the lake, dahl-ing and puzzles. Wana stay in the sunshine.

Rainy day and trees down everywhere. We checked out of Gillespie’s beach and called it a day- hotel style.

Mathers “like” and icy-Bergs! The greatest little walk and a hot load of driving!

Checking into a Hokitika paradise. The lady’s a coffee roaster and bread baker. And there’s an

Outdoor bath.

They lent us some bikes and we went for a paddle. There was even a fire to burn all the brochures.

Heart warming.

Christchurch abound! What a shithole. Jorgia has a tummy ache.

I endure the beauty of the drive as she slumbers peacefully. What a

shitflight.

Melbourne and Hobart. Home at last.