It's a corker. Who cares as to the duration spent in this government building, but the bubble appeared and it is as though it were always. Sea-of-small, barking electric dog - a pitched squeal - deeper counterpart joins charm from exterior.

Other line made. Walked straight past, get the fuck out. Has a go at every other cunt.

Melting jelly under persistent light. Green browns scum seared into the surfaces. Everything upright. Withstand the onslaught of shit and spew. Comes out all ends - Karen - they're just orifices here, no surface, the shit could stick to 'em if they had surfaces. It's the drinking that's done it. It;s the fucking conception, the fucking bother.

first day of spring. Cloudless blue sky radiating sunlight warmth. Muesli yoghurt pear and banana in the courtyard. Floating Sunday papers pass by in the swing of mild wind. White puffs creep overhead by midday and take the warmth out of the air. This is temperate. Silver gold lining on marshmallow clouds with dark underbellies. Roasted capsicum, tomato, eggplant between panini and swiss cheese no holes. Out on the aquatic lawn, not a duck in sight. Noisy minors swerve and dive into a crow. Baby magpie pecks at the earth. I want to warm my bones.

Sun creeps out from behind a cloud. Cool breeze picks up and sweeps another in front. Had to close and eye for a moment - white paper reflection.  Particles and waves, particles and waves, spring mattresses.
Parts in waves.
Warmth floods intermittently onto the skin. Goose base. Another chilled night ahead, need more than a jacket - just a daub of cotton or wool on the hands, round the back of the neck and exposed flesh.

Holding on far too much rips the arms out of the sockets. How'd you get your money? Visa debit? Better modes of international fiscal transfer?

Rice porridge, rice milk, prunes, banana, stewed apple, topped with yoghurt and cinnamon. Peed on compost heap and closed the door behind me. I don't want to be able to get back in.

Umbrella in hand, backpack on back, grey jeans, black boots, striped cotton shirt and a straw hat.

Dottled down crown st, surry to darlo. Sat in on another tutorial - economic recession bitch session. Dogs have never wined as much, but one doesn't complain for so much material and a laugh.

Construction on the pitt st mall. Retail is booming, now we have nine hundred and fifty to spend on a new handbag to put our bread vouchers in. At least the view will improve...MCA lighting, kasuka interiors.

Happy sixtieth. It has been a while. Why do people call? Why do people bother? The final period jittered, marked itself on the page. Floating for a moment in hesitation, straightened and stretched. I glanced over the pages my eyes sighing at every misplaced letter and misspelt word. Considering for a moment to retype the entirety I curse the speed to which I set about the task. He who meditates is lost. I thought about the lies. I had ceased thinking about the people before I set about this final chapter. People always got in the way. Even here they sneak in unannounced and are nothing but a hindrance. A sigh. A downtrodden look. Pathetic - I'm a loser, so why don't you kill me. Even Charlie would look at me with disgust. Maybe he wouldn't even look. I wallow in what remains of self pity. Giving up on the task at hand I get up. I stand over the pages of meaningless dribble that litter the desk and flow onto the floor. I undress.
Young tales.
You lied to me.
The bath is overflowing. Slip in and the body mingles with warmth. Now the body is in pleasant change, unrelenting, unsuspecting of the blade being drawn.
The bath is overflowing.
She loves you. yeh. yeh. yeh.

The great content filling days of the sublime when is the work to begin ... already started someone else put this up in the fine print. The great ego strutting about on the page the world where no mean figure enters without the preordained suffering and premature death at hand.

Know the scriptwriter well. Liszt.

Banal little murking out off to the side. The crescendo creeps in somewhere. Always with the click and the clack, the rock beat. Different rhythm flows on outward style bind. No slow lake swirling deep. All surface material taking the dribble into the wastelands of unwanted propaganda. So long as the sketch is out there coming in. To have the means to procure. So much more leeave the head reeling for explanations no longer there.

Stop to slow and praise the object, reflect on its own coming about prior to the ability to think not only but act.

engineering difficulties, air traffic, concession malfunction, fare evasion, wet-weather conditions, return table-tray, hot drink, pub meal, conference dinner, reserved table, take out, eat in, burning smell, sharp shock, disco beat, concerned look, last word.

More things to do and more make it never end sometimes we think of it as a job. Time time time it takes and takes away, still no end. Give me some time and space from me. Give it a try take a break.
Hello?

the father comes out and onto the scene already always there => the instigating project divides. a mimic model, done as been shown to be done. incessant repetition. a base we call home. tapping into the use for other manifest a physicality. the outward turning inward/sun moon sequences - not a binary: always on. varying the tool of perception sharpening on difference avoiding the blanking of the same.

Nice bits of wood, can yo bevel the ... as a meter of reading I can. Well it might end up being longer, maybe three pieces; some narrower than other. Oh Joan, speaking of wood, has a box quite long wondering if anyone want wood.

No, he keeps it clean all the time. Since everyone is working you look as though I might as well. Quick progress, a sly laugh and an astounding finish. Blow thy nose, wipe it off, all that white gooey goop has a stand-offish effect on the image/presentation.

Fall to the minor key, raise you a seventh and then revert too disharmony. Well kept secret: the beat, to yourself, hum a tuesday morning sandwhich making toffee. Not a great singer play me a rhtyhm sing a melody these are the lyrics once told twice betrayed.

Give me a room laughter run away with me time enough to explore eight corners floor ceiling and as much lighting as we shift into the second movement. No verse structure, laugh into tubes out of oxygen, flap the lips, raspberry.

Money buckles ochise co-cheese bit bit burger market, polish resuscitation classes. Get that circular breath down in the back of the mouth, spit the wind out, drag the nostrils in.

Light headed dizzy trip feeling sit down better than laying.

-Will I be waiting in vain if I wait for you to give me a lift?

-Yes Maddy I will give you a list when I finish this page.

I saw her today at the reception. A glass of wine in her hand. I knew she would meet her connection. At her feet was a footloose man.

Hi Craig. How's your head where the pavement bit you? I have a letter in the making for you.

All these interruptions fly sideways round the room. Oh so much to say but no one ever writes a conversation down. Maddy walks off to the kitchen and clatters silverware onto the tin basin. Opens and closes the fridge. The record ends and the needle jumps and the arm auto-returns. The item goes back into the fridge, I hear the door open and close.

There are loose steps of boots on timber floor panels. How thick? Veneer. A bell and a tink of a spoon on the sink. Maddy walks over to the record player, takes of the stones and puts it away. She puts nothing new on the player. She walks into the kitchen and back out again. Out of the living room backstage behind the scriptwriter, out of sight. Nothing left to say. Waiting around for a lift. Re-enters the living room and stands over the should reading what is written and what is being written. A furrowed brow. Leans in closer, closed smile, a smirk, then a whispy smile and a kiss on the lips. Broadens her smile and shows teeth. Breathes smelly breath in face.

Go clean your teeth!

A jab into the side of the guts provokes laughter and a short retreat, but returns to the table smiling and giggling quietly. She reads intently. Patting her head Maddy backs away to the wall. Stands there like a gumby waiting. Bends over and shows her arse. Thinks I am still typing about her and I but not in the sense of the previous style, but a meta this is what I think now sort of way. Some time during the day she'll go home and help another goober live in an emerald house.

This little baby is coming with me. it has been a long and testing road but I am somewhat confident that the temp job will hold till I can acquire a replacement part. Still a little adjusting here and there, primarily the ribbon. See if I cannot find another rest and a suitable screw to affix it, provided I can remove the damaged one that is currently lodged in its place. Now I am putting the final bits and pieces together for a weigh and size up. I am leaving a few items up to the acquisition list once I arrive in town.

A fine dandy walk up to the jetty on a wild goose hip face race - no pure wool out and about the late in summer. God knows I have never needed pure wools socks round here. Ran into a one time lover long time story teller. The trials and tribulations of cross world relations spitting out the offspring as it all goes along adding to the furious mess that is life.

Nothing to chase on these hills. The clouds roll in and the mushrooms have begun growing. They must be plentiful up on the plateau - magic here we come. The psychotropics are in season. What shelter wilts your brain?

those whispering pouring solidifying repeating sterilising mimics visual affectual sonic rhythmic dynamic. Tap right into the signing stamping print on the frontal lobe. Got you by the pen this time jot all the club card membership details. Look how we motivate the action of thousands; just give them an audience. What council of what congregation shocks the unpleasant? Given penalty example the only and ever parliamentary review is an obvious apology.

-'I find it kind of interesting', they tell me. And I am like, really, could you write about that? Could you sit still and do the research?
-In Sydney I lose my consciousness of where I am in the moment. I lose everything I learnt.

It's a conversation, sometimes I type, sometimes I cut. I passed the cutting licence in Kindergarten. Stanley Knife is to the right of the computer. She was a director. I was a fucking mess.

-It sounds like you will have kids in two years.
-I don't want anyone touching me. I always had some guy in the background, but it did not have to be a sexual thing.
-Totally afraid of commitment.
-What do you mean?
-Holy camoly! How often do I have to invert these ridiculous questions?
-I'd rather just hang out with you.
-I can't connect with you emotionally.
-Can you give me the key for the storeroom?
-Yeh fine.
-Thank you.

sally said fuck it i'm tired she went back to bed rolled over and never got up solid top bottom back and sides

Ich schreibe an ihm, der mich verstehen kann.

Ich sehe der Reflexion in der Fenster. Ich mach sie zu.

Vergess es. Fang an wieder, morgen fruh.

Wann gehst du los? Das Monopoly-spiel functioniert nicht wie ein Schreibmaschinebrett.

Von Gerburtsdatum getrennt waren wir. Etwas von nichts? Kapitalismus.

Religiosen Endpunkt.

Welkommen im neuem Alt-welt.

Es ist unglaubliche gute Stoffe. Wo hast du es gefunden? Ins Atelier? Vergleich?

Może jutro będ ziem mieli jeszcze więcej sniegu, ale kogo to obc odzi. Dlaczego to nikogo nie interesuje? Nikt nie liczy a dobrą pogoę, wszyscy i tak siedzą w domu pogrązając się w zimowej depresji.

W zależnosci od miejsca, w którya mieszkają, od warunków, a właściwie niezależnie od warunków każdy szuka ciepłego miejsca, czi może spokojnie przetrwać do wiosny.

such as the complete relinquishing of household chores.