Australia

                           Blinding red,...the bright and mesmerizing sun trails,...bleeding into black and white beads in the corner of my vision. Weak and vulnerable now,...endurance grown tiring. Somewhere a mile off campsight,..a dingo ate my baby. Young at heart,.. burning,.. a questionable desire among the long stretched carpeted outback. Gone hunting now,..along the mounted flattened terrain,.fell silent,..then harshly echoed throughout the vast walls of the dismal canyon,.... the shells falling to the scratched surface of  shallow sedimentary. Consequentially final ,..the combustion of machine like discharge,.. temporarily compromising the horizon with the evening skyline,..then black clouds of smoke ascending up above the dusty touristed trails where many a kangaroo and vacationer went "Waltzing Matilda",..somewhere spread out among the inebriated natives high off the fumes of Fosters in a  village pub...dark,...premium,..crappy.
                                Australia,.. severed the ties with the Brits
,...then onward to the tales of" Men at work" and vegamite sandwiches. Off with the fish and chips,..a pathetic attempt to build an alienated culture lost on the opposite side of the world.
                      I came across an irrate Austrailian male at a small get-together in an insignificant town on the residential northern outskirts of Philadelphia. He claimed that all Americans were naive,..closed- minded and stereotypical. Me being completely bias in these matters,.. agreed with him almost instantly. I also inquired that our people were as idiotic as his,..this was the wrong thing to say to this blonde-haired young fierce Australian male,..because unlike me and alot of other Americans,..he felt passionate and patriotic about his sub culture and heritage. Oops. Whatever,.. I played along with his sterotypes of Americans. I claimed that I thought all the bastards rode around on kangaroos like horses and drank nothing but Fosters beer, ate Vegamite sandwiches and rocked out to "Men at Work". He also claimed that one of the prime reasons he loved visiting America was the long-awaited shortage of the small clear plastic cups that he used for "Beer Pong" in his homeland,..Truth is I wouldn't care too much for the guy no matter what country he was from.