<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:24:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>morose musings</category><category>marose musings</category><category>lost in the post</category><category>Zombie Apocolypse</category><category>a piece of the pie</category><category>Cape Town</category><category>Higher Authority</category><category>Nagatha Christie</category><category>Trance</category><category>Yoga</category><category>budgies</category><category>census</category><category>hairy worms</category><category>reflective vests</category><category>&quot;M&quot; is for Monkey</category><category>A Pimp Named Slickback</category><category>A Tribe Called Quest</category><category>Australian</category><category>Bazinga</category><category>Button Soup</category><category>Cruciferous vegetables</category><category>Dancing Bears</category><category>Darth Sidious</category><category>Darth Vader</category><category>Deadmau5</category><category>E-L-O-P-E-D</category><category>Earthdance</category><category>Elle Driver</category><category>Encylopaedia Britannica</category><category>Festival</category><category>Funky</category><category>Gin Rummy</category><category>Gypsey</category><category>Hula-hoop</category><category>It’s LeviOsa</category><category>Japan</category><category>Jazz shoes</category><category>Justin Bieber</category><category>Kalk Bay</category><category>Little Book of Calm</category><category>Love</category><category>Marilyn Manson</category><category>Marlboro</category><category>Moth</category><category>Music Festival</category><category>Naked Mexican</category><category>Outdoor</category><category>Outdoor parties</category><category>Paarl Rock</category><category>Problems...people</category><category>RPG</category><category>Real Mccoy</category><category>Riviersonderend</category><category>Simon&#39;s Town</category><category>Solly Kramer</category><category>Somali pirates</category><category>Sons of Anarchy</category><category>Spice Girls</category><category>Spock</category><category>Sprung</category><category>Squircus</category><category>Stranger Danger</category><category>TANGENT</category><category>TESTIFY</category><category>Twisted Nerve</category><category>Vortex. Psycho Stompers</category><category>War</category><category>Willy Burns Wonka</category><category>bukaki</category><category>cage- rot</category><category>chronic</category><category>diamonds</category><category>eleventy-seven</category><category>not LeviosAR</category><category>phobias</category><category>public transport</category><category>quiet desperation</category><category>rasta</category><category>rice</category><category>sheep</category><category>spontaneous combustion</category><category>super powers</category><category>the awesome that is Moth</category><title>charlie-sunshine</title><description></description><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-5838537778364965196</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2015 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-26T11:58:29.921+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>On birthdays</title><atom:summary type="text">




As I look back, my twenty-seventh year has been the most
challenging and rewarding year of my life. I’ve been brave this past year but
not fearless. I’ve been reckless but not inconsiderate. For the most part I’ve
chosen to live through my experiences and adventures alone in an effort to
become more familiar with myself. I hate birthdays, I really do. It leaves me
feeling overly emotional </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2015/05/on-birthdays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi59WOQoHHLZfP-RsEXanj_O3ZyNZym4AV2zp2PgPy9v7Kl1pmJCyPxXF0F_FZbyTJ50TLblWsHT-E-WlhEhNKBcX_9pbdl2wH-R1edl8a32kLlvBcDuXwHvdj-Xp9uCseD7Og0ZX3qFKE/s72-c/morning_coffee_40_photos10_1426181377.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-932272505883417860</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2015 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-01T17:36:48.094+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>The convergence of choice, chance and change</title><atom:summary type="text">




I’ve
had a notable journey since I last posted something here. I’ve lived through
all sorts of experiences. I’ve survived the muted build-up of saying goodbye
and leaving. Settling in with my new perception of time. I’ve stood
precipitously on edge of everything I know and with reckless abandon, leapt
head-first into the great unknown. Travelled. Adventured. Journeyed. 

Journeyed
alone, </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2015/04/the-convergence-of-choice-chance-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lAkhANOARx3ZavvfuOaI_hsErrdaicq57cZEl_DljfBM5E0Liy4B62YpEYjUkpgIegusO1oI6CyT2tTd4ChDYhSDIdV2R8kjF79c9LVlpknk5RfOKPGB-EeAwmF4hlPAtAnOCFcbSxc/s72-c/art-prints-to-hang-on-your-wall-91.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-4191445461086525071</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2014 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:09:45.972+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a piece of the pie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lost in the post</category><title>An open love letter</title><atom:summary type="text">




It’s hard to say goodbye, it’s hard to let go, it’s hard to leave everything you know.



You know who you are,



Let’s not think about tomorrow. Let’s just focus on today.
The future has always been a gamble so let’s strip away all the doubt and all the fear
and adopt a rather clinical approach, steeped in logic when we look at our future.&amp;nbsp; We have the benefit of sharing a long and
</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2014/09/an-open-love-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQ5iAI2cIzll1ANjfQtKdcNyObOsaVEaDNDIIqPlgTAm3VaOjtR4Lv0Mwwy8HQHQXR8M-WnA1FEKYGM19ks9YXEYkaiGxqMwjiT9vwZtK3O3PaOR2PidBw-HnhgvdyJcaS3OHEkn87E0/s72-c/15-Love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-438405215736618815</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-21T04:11:30.910+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>Kings and Queens of the Wind</title><atom:summary type="text">

We are kings and queens
of the wind. Children of mystery and madness.

Sentient, indomitable,
extraordinary… extraordinarily fucked up that is. 







The absence of evidence
is not the evidence of absence. Absent I have been, safely ensconced in my own
twisted mind, plagued by MSG induced nightmares. Today marks the start of a new
chapter. I quit my job, done my time, paid my dues, and gone </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/11/kings-and-queens-of-wind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFc1C8S4fqrx3062QZuTEPZMgNP0vkMr9FiZDFcIBwOigrA79vYgpBzuenA8xhFV07BE9cMRd1lL1UOS_nA0iZCndg0_XQFQVhz0HwhLpLz4qdf_6EHE1dlDmaJpqIaROz4UPYDGUHkrg/s72-c/KINGS+AND+QUEENS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-5649429302331243674</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.345+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>The Novelty of Feigned Apathy</title><atom:summary type="text">
I said no offence...

This is my voice filled with ink and rage. Well, more like pixels and misplaced anxiety. I do declare that the novelty of feigned apathy has worn&amp;nbsp;garishly&amp;nbsp;thin. I&#39;ve meticulously crafted a life where public&amp;nbsp;access&amp;nbsp;to my person is heavily regulated and restricted. And although&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;feel quite accomplished with my achievement, I&#39;ve recently realised</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-novelty-of-feigned-apathy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fTBiz1pw-H2ILJyhMX6_tykyjVzH2bdKvArzib_7hBf-DsQVSQLuOA2FYz7RjkC5TipoDlLxcpNt12vOek4iGv0tpBR0GPrs1F1wJF9c-dXvPcQ-uhaOlMu7voFjtQSx3_GTJ5rxOA0/s72-c/stranger+danger7.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-3906362507320432193</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.323+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>This is not the Moral Olympics.</title><atom:summary type="text">



Sometimes I wonder who the hell these
people are competing with?





To be better than everyone else is not
the point.





To be the best version of you…now that
sounds more authentic.







Call me what you want, bestow me with
any label you choose. Agnostic. Heathen. Pagan. Religiously misguided. New-age
hippy. Sun-worshipper. It’s cool, really. Most times I answer with agnostic
when </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/07/this-is-not-moral-olympics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpD-TFT1gWOsBHs48ygxsBKA1zaeOG-QYWhQj0RFCosCh2gPWLxRkCgVoFBLYlTu7gfV4rhwn865yasebGDkfFO34hLo8TZ_sH42pfdXl74R_Es-Jzn-ZRSoNnQOG1TaB0Ejfu9ufPcU/s72-c/Olympic+censorship.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-4086512946043259468</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2012 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-04T16:41:57.676+02:00</atom:updated><title>Five Tbsps. of Condensed Milk</title><atom:summary type="text">Yes…yes, I know. This post is not up for public consumption in the
allotted time previously agreed to. What can I say….I’m a creature of bad habit
and some behavioural patterns are set in stone. If you are salaciously
wondering about how I’ve been so vehemently denied my most basic human right
due to obvious consequence, I’m afraid it’s rather disappointing.




Think what you want. I’m not going</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/07/five-tbsps-of-condensed-milk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-xyPpTl9NOkrxPmfjPgyJO9HCUHJxrN7hq8OTN0oOIwMKy7XXHWBH-SMp7kklQCKARmgN7f8GbrcSR2QtEKy2qdCp84_kmvr8-piv2fekLxsLh6QFsx_3X1UYrEVvRnZJjBswIbOpI4/s72-c/tatchick.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-4120458927363659677</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2012 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:09:45.967+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a piece of the pie</category><title>The Light of Pie</title><atom:summary type="text">


If I had to
take 15 million steps back (give or
take a few), I’d find myself in the exact same place, where I found him. On the
edge of a continent, on a street that is Long, in a club now closed and at a party
that would make even the likes of Chuck Palahniuk proud, we stood contently
beside each other as strangers…or so we thought.



I know now
that I knew him long before that fateful night</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/06/light-of-pie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWKSnVUoscFu7ZGFsR9h4_2s-NI_qdg9XPG6kqVYqwLi_mu7_rSpsksbyXR5aHy8o2NPKUf6V43DblRVTRGXUb5DWUzICqZxni_GkstjqGK0In7-IFztmMDerixClnh2lzAMCQYVi7EE/s72-c/Image-12.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-2032908310818094882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.308+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">budgies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>Challenge Accepted.</title><atom:summary type="text">So my
lovable compadre, the awesome that is Moth has set me to task yet again. He has
inadvertently pit two of my most beloved things against each other, namely my
deeply rooted affection for fine green herb and, well… him. Okay, at least in
my realm of thought this is how the following challenge is laid before me.


Challenge:


If I do not
post something new on this here “revered” blog….within </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/06/challenge-accepted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4y8jzik8njR_ueMK3ATTUIAyJJTLGoRoa9GLxkMcIvOaNOuoRXAYoxNSs31xi2AVHGd5VHbSFTkgnYCeC7RuLUX8hF8XYdPSQVF9MORIJgLj0Rh71t2U1nXxART0ESswuY7b_5WdeRMA/s72-c/challenge_accepted_Amazing_Feats_Fails_WIns_Lolz_and_A_Contest-s325x265-158648-535.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-8658077116578647543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T19:09:29.148+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">budgies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Button Soup</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darth Vader</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diamonds</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Encylopaedia Britannica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">It’s LeviOsa</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lost in the post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Naked Mexican</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">not LeviosAR</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spice Girls</category><title>It’s Mother’s Day in the Zed A</title><atom:summary type="text">So, there
are a few things I don’t believe in:


1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Diamonds


2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Family


Don’t get me
wrong, I don’t doubt their existence, but I sure as hell don’t promote their
ideals. In my mind’s eye, they leave behind them nothing but a path of false
ideals of value, pain, suffering, guilt and a clear distinction between those
who “ have” and </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/05/its-mothers-day-in-zed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWNHCU9or8iJExjY4hbjQc_kl3L9i1MdNB7RMPwYvqyPrLfszTEUjYhw8XryLd8W-3fzDkQhyphenhyphenDNzmWhL4BDrNUF2DwV_QEV4GAS4hPNfLy_OqkSGcdqhg_CC5hfiUJ03wU0RHB_Zfhe8/s72-c/kelly+and+moms.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-8234707177811984045</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.365+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Elle Driver</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stranger Danger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the awesome that is Moth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twisted Nerve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Willy Burns Wonka</category><title>An eye for an eye</title><atom:summary type="text">It all shits and giggles, until someone giggles and shits themselves.
My body, your body, everybody’s body is one amazing machine. Yes, indeedy. And although I was the type of kid that would rather let a splinter the size of a piece of braai- wood assimilate naturally into my body than have one of my parents attempt to take out the sucker with a needle….- I am not immune to the seduction and </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/03/eye-for-eye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3T6-jKkUHK3ZXvTYWS5iq3DhBpBnDYv9kq1Xgi0ExVnVsJkVeJZoT-FGadeLWwiabv0iwOHEUYPUzce9M9oLlvgY6GQR_T_aNwBIQatd7xoZ5IDQJh8b8uPWZ_KnNwMoOC9dx_HBfgs8/s72-c/voltaire_quote.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-9051794988511642747</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.372+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hula-hoop</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marlboro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Problems...people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Squircus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TESTIFY</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yoga</category><title>Resolute</title><atom:summary type="text">I didn&#39;t always feel this way, but if there&#39;s one thing I believe with growing certainty (well at least in my sphere of thought) is that we are all old souls. &amp;nbsp;I believe our souls are evident...constantly on some plain of existence. That we preside continuously on different levels of consciousness. Logic...or should I rather say Science dictates that energy can never dissipate. What are we, </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/02/resolute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxAf4wtC_A46LgrgRLIw3XGrA2siijRF28J6sPkHLosmzqs8Y5v-FPN_bbxK5GXTE7ljxrardc8BnRsquQQPf126p09IZ-uihtueRRW23yxUgS9WFeN0XzHBjq0fMJ7_yljZTf_60Ips/s72-c/marlboro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-1427485245654192285</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:09:45.963+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a piece of the pie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chronic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">E-L-O-P-E-D</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eleventy-seven</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflective vests</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">RPG</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">War</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zombie Apocolypse</category><title>Life is a Battlefield…and Love, Love is war!</title><atom:summary type="text">Sometimes, extenuating circumstances dictate an aggressive course of action.Sometimes, life calls for you being militant about your life, those in it and what you hold dear.
Finding love can be as time consuming and challenging as sitting through an entire LOTR marathon unaided by methamphetamines….. Keeping that love is like walking the actual road to Mount Doom (in my case in genocidal heels; </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-battlefieldand-love-love-is-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZO0Arhf1OXtNh0RPupX9hPgOjmZjaQCx2e45q-pphHGG7YiB00dQwG9oKVFUbF2e7ZwkvGhiec-94KhFFBZpkpn72BUsPlUzLDJqFUhN1ggdqIB_mzr7X6lLpjASDEndOtvfzwTKq0o/s72-c/big+love.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-3876156200097305902</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.317+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">&quot;M&quot; is for Monkey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Deadmau5</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hairy worms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jazz shoes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Book of Calm</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outdoor parties</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">phobias</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Riviersonderend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vortex. Psycho Stompers</category><title>&quot;M&quot; is for Monkey</title><atom:summary type="text">I’ve just narrowly survived the manic decent into the month of madness that is, and will be my December. I keep on returning from these missions and wild forays of lunacy with fewer and fewer marbles….always a little more restless with the mundane clutter and opaque shades of bullshit that sometimes colour my days.
I all too often forget the genius in simplicity, things that used to excite us as </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/12/m-is-for-monkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJibht1BFn_8panVYUwswBQnPRDAnzE3vbbM7Mgy_74TueOiWYD7wNHGNpDCjgHtVRskqtVGh5rw94GHVSwUFWBgXpN97lnq_ehmmVnLTZA-X73njNdGkqnWxio2wm67p2PcHPLE3IoVE/s72-c/dominance.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-1696739101022873093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.303+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bukaki</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cage- rot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">census</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dancing Bears</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funky</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gypsey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Japan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quiet desperation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sons of Anarchy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">super powers</category><title>Konichiwa Bitches!!!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">Firstly I&#39;d like to preface this post by sharing my latest discovery with you. You might recall me mentioning a Hari Krishnoligist (either Hari Krishna or Scientologist) randomly giving me this book which proverbially set a swarm of bees on my bonnet. After the minimal amount of searching on the interwebs, I&#39;ve discovered its not a cult, people. It&#39;s a legit Swami&#39;s account of the ancient texts </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/11/konichiwa-bitches.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbBKKUmaRsAirdwIqtMmnhrQh8SKH8BEFcTPWE4eULA2pHUZ8mEmbS6NkSQPhswMxkqYcqwy3ZCx5vEcx9sgxpy0uzdYmaSzmkS_1B13IFoJ8N5TtuFlZLmTWCEnTlRMW7RrjDYzUdMw/s72-c/LSD.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-334306787943358012</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 06:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.312+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Australian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">census</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marilyn Manson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Real Mccoy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reflective vests</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sheep</category><title>Right of Admission Reserved</title><atom:summary type="text">I am by no means paranoid, but fuck with my freedoms and we&#39;ve got problems. Generally my M.O. is to have as minimal interaction with any government authority as possible, its just too much admin and frustration.

I&#39;ve met the minimum requirements...I have a Real&amp;nbsp;Makoya identity document and I made my chicken scatch on a ballot paper a couple of years back thinking I could swing the election</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/10/right-of-admission-reserved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhveqwS5O6cA5wqc4kTWpWJl4jtRe45-YUU3TWFCICs20JXGSOu1YPctIneqlOlR5BYrijRio95vIAkPj4cOOloK6jcLvolZokj1blYsRp3S73L7p-ataHbwvotWLq9lwr3gBoTkB-oIKw/s72-c/kids.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-7509348180557675387</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.355+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cruciferous vegetables</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gin Rummy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hairy worms</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Justin Bieber</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Somali pirates</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spontaneous combustion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TANGENT</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zombie Apocolypse</category><title>Zhe Zombies are Comming!!!!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">In an effort to ensure our family’s survival during a not too distant zombie apocalypse, as well as to test our readiness against the imminent domination of the mindless masses…wait a minute (on account of my last statement, I do believe we’ve already been helically compromised), I took the liberty of revising our current contingency plan, aptly named Zurviving &amp;nbsp;Zhe Zombies v2.0. And yes, I </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/zhe-zombies-are-comming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieMUuJCIFsIA1d0zAl-nEj29QFn5z-JM2pma5kJkVkLYBD1VGbHBZaoTN7NFlmPX5kyAV0A0P1ugXpawSwaDZtIPnS8rSfqfe1mCtONfa_yYFJIpkTfqzVs0KGzDCaQp4kfFnszul6hiA/s72-c/somali+pirate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-6843847461492317270</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T19:12:20.547+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Pimp Named Slickback</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A Tribe Called Quest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bazinga</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cape Town</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darth Sidious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Higher Authority</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lost in the post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nagatha Christie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Zombie Apocolypse</category><title>Crippled Mind</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Nagatha Christie,

A Hari Krishna handed me a book recently (I&#39;m still trying to figure out if she was infact a Hari Krishna....or a Scientologist posing as a Hari Krishna).There&#39;s a gem in the book that stuck to me like syphillis, and it reads...

&quot;When your mind is crippled with auhority, as it is, it is very difficult to be free.&quot;

At the best of times I&#39;m easy; but being free is a tad </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/crippled-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwawy8BjrqiEzaG4Sv3LYZpaXk7P_ZBzjfpYnUNrYJqiCzW0SmQbDhiXjO1Vf3ZAWUqknmnnGEaU5ONdCL_Bo8eB7PmDI3Ql4b4UqglgbJoMlnBGDydOrDwxh1Od4w4vx7HhVj-Il0rXA/s72-c/300391_10150309936053145_787828144_8004602_1790757633_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-2663425759024201079</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T19:09:29.139+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Higher Authority</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lost in the post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nagatha Christie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sprung</category><title>Past Due</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Ms. Sunshine,



Boo Bear and the savage fight to freedom!
It pains me to inform you that your last post is past due. A month? Really? I&#39;m not sure exactly what type of rinkiedink operation you&#39;re trying to run here? My sources confirm that you have infact come out of a self imposed exile. I personally witnessed you getting your fix of organic vitamin D at Sprung.
The time for excuses has </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/09/past-due.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOZHCJX_ozZBvYozkN7VA7qwDmK3bkehNPvCyGy6ii2SAi_XMEki2cEt5WN6agZpzK4eltHey1LdKUPgI2-TJmbZQxIYcKz1mvp1gTQGI2rt4dvdT6l54tYJ7SRMDva3QnE5oA7AKCLgw/s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-527303617020456058</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.336+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cape Town</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kalk Bay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">public transport</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rasta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Simon&#39;s Town</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Solly Kramer</category><title>There&amp;#39;s no first class in heaven.</title><atom:summary type="text">

Photos: Gillian Chambers 
A rasta and a Bergie (mountaineer, vagrant) climb onto a train...(waiting for the punch line, aren&#39;t you?) deep in conversation the rasta uncharacteristically timid, warns the bergie that his imaginary ticket is not even valid for first class and he&#39;d be safer catching a free ride undetected in the third class carriages. The bergie looks him dead straight in the eye</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-no-first-class-in-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRW8HofEqbrnPubPxcYenZp0QJHKEtzRdWwcb0vUfVUcghHEjIz2nxtIIqYqQOjnPZdSgUNyvb53muyV7gQgUn9dRV8Olxd6Zo0rm-6_bc792mo78WlS2n4OIatfQL2AZ6uug4Pp176U/s72-c/kalkbay-186-Edit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-4314803724009159106</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2011 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.327+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>&amp;quot;Can I have a moment of your time to talk to you about...</title><atom:summary type="text">Those words alone often illicit a soulful response of utter dread. I&#39;m particularly ambiguous about religion and still ginometers (ginormous kilommeters-stay with me friends) away from cracking any sort of code. As an alternate I like to believe in the notion of faith instead of the man-made construct of religion.
I think religious beliefs or spirituality is just another amazing flavour that puts</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-moment-of-your-time-to-talk-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-7152353767379971114</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.350+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paarl Rock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yoga</category><title>My dirty Yoga confession</title><atom:summary type="text">In a typically Back to the Future-esque setting what would you do if the De Lorean&amp;nbsp;we to pull up next to you, open its doors and welcome you into the manic embrace of Prof...

Without even batting an eyelid, I&#39;d jump into that ride and turn the dial back to the eighties, just so that I could have a few words with the little miss me. If you&#39;re thinking along the lines of prophetic revelations</atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-dirty-yoga-confession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-7856377488419480801</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.360+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Earthdance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music Festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outdoor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trance</category><title>Down the rabbit hole we go…..</title><atom:summary type="text">Almost a year on and I still can’t believe it. It all started last year September when I finally convinced Moth (my hetero-life partner) to shirk the luxurious trappings of the city and embark on a now decidedly lifelong trance adventure.

We popped our proverbial cherries at Earthdance…popped being an understatement, more like obliterated! We came, we saw, we conquered. We conquered Earthdance </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/down-rabbit-hole-we-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cape Town, South Africa</georss:featurename><georss:point>-33.9248685 18.424055299999964</georss:point><georss:box>-34.3691365 18.075444799999964 -33.4806005 18.772665799999963</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1435931593894536137.post-5345002664498268077</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:31:00.340+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marose musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morose musings</category><title>The Man</title><atom:summary type="text">Do you know The Man…you know, The Man. The one who always convinces you that you’re better off not even putting in a shadow of an effort. The Man who motivates you to stop before you’ve even started. We all know him, like Father Time slowly and unnoticingly stealing your life and offering up procrastination as a viable alternative.
Well, Man…. I have this to say to you. You can happily go fly an </atom:summary><link>http://charlie-sunshine.blogspot.com/2011/07/man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author></item></channel></rss>