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MardiGrass Unda Chaos

MardiGrass Unda Chaos

I discovered two of Pipes bush fairies in the Emporium stocking up on brown rice. Tinkerbell clung to me sobbing. “Pipe might die they said and he doesn’t care.” More sobbing. Apparently they found him halfway back from the patch, black with leeches. He’d taken his shirt off to scratch some off his back on the bark of a gnarly tree then got leeches in both eyes and headed back leaving his shirt behind. It was a tragic mistake. “Leeches were marching towards me bleeding back like an army,” he told me.

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Leech City Down Unda

Leech City Down Unda

Pipe looks wild and primitive. I’ve never seen him quite like this, flushed and so furious one minute, in tears the next.
The Boss sent me up into the hills for a break away from the pub to find out how the seasons crop is shaping up. It’s a long walk up to Pipes camp and suddenly I was there, eyes wide open. It looked like an orgy but he was angry as and that didn’t equate, even for me. To be fair, he was naked on all fours with three golden nymphs climbing all over him.

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Undacuva Mind Power

Undacuva Mind Power

How can a simple good idea get out of control so quickly? In a word, Twitter. Or Facebook. What started as a small group of meditators wondering if they could ground the Plantation Squad (PS) turned into a flood once Nimbin hookups got hold of it. The Boss ordered erasure as soon as the alert came in but by then over 300 people had said they’d make it their meditation of the week.

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Non Compos Undacuva Takeover

Non Compos Undacuva Takeover

At the Christmas Party he’s looking directly at me with the trademark smirk.“We spend a fortune training Undas to play nutters, and this month we’ve got more weed from the real nutters than you got us all year Bethany. Tell us why we should keep you on the payroll?” In front of everyone. It threw me completely. Even he is confused about who I am. Or am I?

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Occupy Obunda

Millions were spent, possibly billions, on how to dismantle the 99% protests and once again the tiny one pub village Nimbin showed the way. In fact our local Undacuva initiatives have been nominated for TOY, Tactics Of the Year, again. It was so simple you probably wont get it.

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Unda James Price Point

The first blockade is a sandfly dustbowl thirty k’s into the middle of nowhere. Hippy drug free protest camps I know well from other jobs so I hitch on to the “move on order” camp near the beach. The hash opens doors like a skeleton key and I can soon sort out who’s who and what’s going on.

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Undacuva cleanup

The Dalai came to me in a dream saying if he had to come back again he wanted to be reborn on a hippy commune. “Like the ones you’ve been telling me about. In a forest community in that huge land of yours with so few people”, he said. “Rough times are approaching, find me an appropriate hippy earth mother who likes meditating.” Why is he always laughing and happy I kept thinking, even as he was asking me.

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Hoodies Down Unda

The Unda Brass, drinking vodka in the airport lounge and dressed like fat rich tourists from Florida, were waiting for me when I flew in from Washington, and we have agreed to disagree. I’d been asleep for 8 deep hours thanks to the LA Dispensary lollies and they took me by surprise, but we soon undastood each other. I know too much and so do they.
I get to keep the fortnightly cheques (which Pipe claims as the Tribes now!) but they leave me alone in exchange for “certain favors”. Like where the good weed is, and any new big movers. Little chance of that in the land of unorganised crime I said but that’s just what fascinates them.

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Undas leap of faith

They think hippies are the only voice saying ‘do what you want and don’t worry about money’. And now it looks like they are to become the future millionaires with the carbon credit plans.

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Maybe Unda and out

He glared at the room full of us, me with my tangled and filthy dreadlocks standing out like a taxi in Cullen street, made the mistake of looking him in the eye.
“You’re finished Bethany or whatever your name is this week,” he screamed. “And we know you’ve been buying up all the good weed so we can’t get any.

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