spookism
Brownlow Medallist
Do you hear that? That noise in the background that began as a whisper. Listen now, as that whisper becomes a murmur that grows in your ears. It's beginning to boil now and you can no longer dismiss it as a mere murmur, no...it now rumbles in your ears. Yes, yes, my friend, I can hear it too. That murmur is now a shout, a shout that won't be denied. A shout that smells of anger, joy and midget. It's the sound of the Spud returning to claim what is mine.