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The extent of my pain can only be observed by helicopter Acre after acre of soot Indistinguishable from the bones of my children A brown stripe cuts through a black canvas Leading to a puddle of melted steel Home

I was picking apples with Atlas In the garden of Hesperides He's a knowledgeable man And I had many queries I asked him, "What's it like, Carrying the world on your shoulders?" He said, "I never carried the world Despite what you see in sculptures I hold heaven up in the sky Far away from earth My hands push against air My feet push against dirt" Atlas is a pillar, between heaven and earth His hands up in the air, his feet stuck in the dirt I asked, "Why are you picking apples And how come the sky isn't falling Were you outsourced to India? Has someone stolen your calling? He said, "This guy killed his wife and kids He want

Waves of Brisbane humidity wreaked havoc upon the populous, so the populous surfed those waves to air-conditioned shores. The populous had many options: more affluent neighbours with wall-mounted-cool only-single-split systems, corner shops with ceiling-mounted-reverse-cycle-single-split systems, public institutions such as libraries, museums and art galleries with reverse-cycle-multi-split systems, and the most popular shelter from the slings and arrows of weather: shopping centres, with industrial-grade-reverse-cycle-ducted systems. The waves of humidity crashed on the automatic doors of one such shopping centre, as amateur surfers reached