#kirk surry

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Grow Some Good: Kihei Elementary School Garden with Chefs This video by Emmy winning photographer Jess Craven tells a story about a public elementary school garden that has grown from 3 box beds to nearly a quarter acre edible schoolyard and learning lab in the heart of campus.

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Ex-dominatrix’s gift to Surry Hills

Ex-dominatrix’s gift to Surry Hills

“Throughout her ownership, Ms Pinniger has maintained a consistent aim for the building, which is to provide a safe and secure environment for the accommodation of creative and socially challenging ideas in a non-judgmental space,” planning documents said. Gretel Pinniger aka Madam Lash at The Kirk in 2005.Credit:Peter Morris Architect Kim Jones, who recalled seeing artists such as Steely Dan…

[ostrich-riding-cowboy]

(Go Along)

Hypocrite that you are, troubles arrive: to zero, sum the joys without a perk. (You better watch out) River on the dream we’re along. A love, and endless at last! Track it through the left, or horseshoe theory, Honey. Does power look like it knows what

a jpeg is? This was never a hot dog. Slice a pickle, make me feel the pri- ma donna. He withers without his priv- ates, boots to a bucket; the well is murk- y. All these packets of bites in a stream: that is what we are. If likes can charge, cast

spells. Fully aware inside this house. Sass’d people don’t float around in milk like cream, ire is perfect inspiration for plot. Bring to me pale horses and a surry. Come at me with wagon and a riv- al; ain’t a question if you want to lurk,

ask, “Are you the Spock, or are you the Kirk?” A trek is a mercy and a far cry from a world of presents truss’d by the past. History is a world built by the ream. All classes of planets get a pinned dot; contact is one stride whereby we agree.

Shimada Hanzo loves Cole Cassidy. A slow burn fic: coffee still in the pot; to eat a slice of apple pie is work or a matter as we struggle and strive. Watch ever, this globe cracking like a bast- ion. Lemon, picks ye dost. Coerc’d agreem-

ents, go to, knowing what you should not: rem- ember. Wind upon sails, sails on a mast, masts on a ship. Maybe like Horus, re- member? Applied pi to sine, whirl’d the lot. A rotisserie and a wake: one quirk for miss’d your mark, and the tribbles derive

a poll or a tree; a groove and a gut- ter; data: this vaster Turkish hareem, On Mitchell, logs drive, but it’s not the work

[ostrich-riding-cowboy]

(Go Along)

Hypocrite that you are, troubles arrive: to zero, sum the joys without a perk. (You better watch out) River on the dream we're along. A love, and endless at last! Track it through the left, or horseshoe theory, Honey. Does power look like it knows what

a jpeg is? This was never a hot dog. Slice a pickle, make me feel the pri- ma donna. He withers without his priv- ates, boots to a bucket; the well is murk- y. All these packets of bites in a stream: that is what we are. If likes can charge, cast

spells. Fully aware inside this house. Sass'd people don't float around in milk like cream, ire is perfect inspiration for plot. Bring to me pale horses and a surry. Come at me with wagon and a riv- al; ain't a question if you want to lurk,

ask, "Are you the Spock, or are you the Kirk?" A trek is a mercy and a far cry from a world of presents truss'd by the past. History is a world built by the ream. All classes of planets get a pinned dot; contact is one stride whereby we agree.

Shimada Hanzo loves Jesse McCree. A slow burn fic: coffee still in the pot; to eat a slice of apple pie is work or a matter as we struggle and strive. Watch ever, this globe cracking like a bast- ion. Lemon, picks ye dost. Coerc'd agreem-

ents, go to, knowing what you should not: rem- ember. Wind upon sails, sails on a mast, masts on a ship. Maybe like Horus, re- member? Applied pi to sine, whirl'd the lot. A rotisserie and a wake: one quirk for miss'd your mark, and the tribbles derive

a poll or a tree; a groove and a gut- ter; data: this vaster Turkish hareem, On Mitchell, logs drive, but it's not the work