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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
process of sanitation
Find an empty room, empty of you, and fill it with your cock, with your orgasm. Find the moisturiser. The hand cream. The lotion. The sun tan application. Whatever is ready. Whatever is within reach.
Burst in. Swing the door open. Turn the lights on.
This is an inspection. Everything in its right place. Check. Cross. Mark off. Bear no responsibility. Consider no standards. Another menial task complete. Location change.
Rub the fluid in. Leave a stain. Make your mark. Have a claim. Dig in. Get frowned upon. Get on all fours and rub nose in it.
Not precious. Not disgusting. Excitement flies out of the moment. Familiarity sweeps in. Wash off. Start again.
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Burst in. Swing the door open. Turn the lights on.
This is an inspection. Everything in its right place. Check. Cross. Mark off. Bear no responsibility. Consider no standards. Another menial task complete. Location change.
Rub the fluid in. Leave a stain. Make your mark. Have a claim. Dig in. Get frowned upon. Get on all fours and rub nose in it.
Not precious. Not disgusting. Excitement flies out of the moment. Familiarity sweeps in. Wash off. Start again.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Marrickville Market
A quick page upstairs. Have Hugh a smoke downstairs waiting not knowing where I be. Nothing like a little time coded pressure to get the fingers moving. The heat beats down and keeps the monkeys under the shade. Have the hat on in this weather. Got the plants surrounding the auditorium. Here we have the quiet poetry planning sesssions, no smoking regs thrown out of course.
What we cannot get away with. The camera in the corner, cannot be all places at once and we have to remember we are letting the psychos in here. As much as we can we weedle the fuckers out but they get in nonetheless - it is safe to assume that most need to be told walking about unknowing.
Mid page scene change. Motorised transport round the corner outdoor markets. A little roughage and coffee spurging. Y H and Deed. Tofu burger, north indian style, satay chilli rocket onion bbq tofu steak brown bun. Ritualistic enterprise. Set-up shop on two leg powered weels a kitchen service shanty sleek smick dick. Hi on the taste rings in your mouth taste it all day long.
Shade is moving too quickly round here. The other gone off to find something more to the liking - meat. Animal consume animal.
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What we cannot get away with. The camera in the corner, cannot be all places at once and we have to remember we are letting the psychos in here. As much as we can we weedle the fuckers out but they get in nonetheless - it is safe to assume that most need to be told walking about unknowing.
Mid page scene change. Motorised transport round the corner outdoor markets. A little roughage and coffee spurging. Y H and Deed. Tofu burger, north indian style, satay chilli rocket onion bbq tofu steak brown bun. Ritualistic enterprise. Set-up shop on two leg powered weels a kitchen service shanty sleek smick dick. Hi on the taste rings in your mouth taste it all day long.
Shade is moving too quickly round here. The other gone off to find something more to the liking - meat. Animal consume animal.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Pones Kiss Record - The Pones & Mills hanging out with that Guy who plays with Nobbs
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Friday, April 26, 2013
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
i u 3
This is fucked, the whole god damn organisation. Context? We! Yes the collective. Give monkeys the gadgets. The collective handed over the creation to those who do nothing but destroy - environmental rearrangement through destruction. The building of habitat, living in shit.
Forlorn anger disseminates misinforms consumes procures procreates damages inflames resonates languishes in petty derisions.
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Forlorn anger disseminates misinforms consumes procures procreates damages inflames resonates languishes in petty derisions.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
something good tonight made me forget about you for now
If it is not fucked already it survives in spite of it. Does the rock thing pretty well. He went and trained in class A drugs. Borrow the dobro that I made for Jed, before I knew about you guys. One thing happens prior to another, this is storytelling.
Hugh met Tyler for the first time lastnight. Laugh. That's the end of it I think. Searching for a bit of context but don't really need it. Hanging around lending a critical ear. Have a perve on equipment - it still exists. Play some darts.
Seratonin re-uptake inhibitors. A lot of lactose in the snow cone. Soft serve eighty cents. So maybe not the muesli. Chill pills, self prescribed in a high tensile steel world. Benzyme ring put it in your pastry. Scratch and sniff corrugated fibro. Yeah we should do the markets. If you can find me.
Dirty sonofabitch typing in my absynthe. The new olympic event typing pool. No one reacted. Drug testing disallowed. Medicinal self induced addictions welcome. The things there to keep you out help you get in. Follow him up to the action.
The discerning hold my hand tautology; gauge the ease of response and the medium used in which the content is employed: message stick. Two thwacks on the head - that's weird. Technology these days.
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Hugh met Tyler for the first time lastnight. Laugh. That's the end of it I think. Searching for a bit of context but don't really need it. Hanging around lending a critical ear. Have a perve on equipment - it still exists. Play some darts.
Seratonin re-uptake inhibitors. A lot of lactose in the snow cone. Soft serve eighty cents. So maybe not the muesli. Chill pills, self prescribed in a high tensile steel world. Benzyme ring put it in your pastry. Scratch and sniff corrugated fibro. Yeah we should do the markets. If you can find me.
Dirty sonofabitch typing in my absynthe. The new olympic event typing pool. No one reacted. Drug testing disallowed. Medicinal self induced addictions welcome. The things there to keep you out help you get in. Follow him up to the action.
The discerning hold my hand tautology; gauge the ease of response and the medium used in which the content is employed: message stick. Two thwacks on the head - that's weird. Technology these days.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
drama drama
Consequentialist aroma. Sit down and have a type. Want to fuck? Have a wank. Get that juice out of you. Do away with the provocation of other. Disregard the inclinations of survival. To dust we return and no amount of fucking will bring us otherwise. Faster to our belonging ends plunge souls and bodies. Mind is matter, go read Derrida. Go read Plato. Get your head examined.
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Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
no one has given as much as i have on a percentage ratio basis
i am trawling through the waste. finished with the living, doing all those things put off for that tomorrow, for the time after, for the later, for the never got here.
kicking goals and burning paper.
breaking china and melting vinyl.
oiling leather and painting fridges.
the tomato plant is in bloom. kickstart a couple of companies, turnover on the book-keeping, go on a week away, relive a childhood memory. i am exploding again.
feel better in non-understanding. turn away from all the foreplay the flesh on the streets and fake leather couches. there is no fun in it over here, there is no letting loose, there is only holding on, taking everyone down in a descent of melodrama. pull your socks up son, everyone has to go sometime, but they will want to do it differently. many sets of eyes, one tree, live the multiple.
"i can't guarantee your safety"
did you ever?
i'm a disaster waiting to happen.
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kicking goals and burning paper.
breaking china and melting vinyl.
oiling leather and painting fridges.
the tomato plant is in bloom. kickstart a couple of companies, turnover on the book-keeping, go on a week away, relive a childhood memory. i am exploding again.
feel better in non-understanding. turn away from all the foreplay the flesh on the streets and fake leather couches. there is no fun in it over here, there is no letting loose, there is only holding on, taking everyone down in a descent of melodrama. pull your socks up son, everyone has to go sometime, but they will want to do it differently. many sets of eyes, one tree, live the multiple.
"i can't guarantee your safety"
did you ever?
i'm a disaster waiting to happen.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Gould is dead
I'm out in King st. I am overwhelmed. I want to kill. No I want to stay the selfish turmoil the debasement and anger. This is all impeding. They touch my shoulders and say that I am stressed. Anyone of a sensitive nature would be.
The gutter is burning.
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The gutter is burning.
Monday, April 08, 2013
Sunday, April 07, 2013
no joke this time round/a little life threatening situation
Synchronicity is still up and running despite those physical differences of which we are oft reminded. However, I have never felt so close to you.
Can't say I have never done bad things.
Can't say I have never done good things.
What about evil?
What about it?
Ever done it?
Look, to live is to be evil.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What do you think that was?
What?
The yellow spill on the road.
I don't think about it. Do you?
I try not to.
The sun rises.
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Can't say I have never done bad things.
Can't say I have never done good things.
What about evil?
What about it?
Ever done it?
Look, to live is to be evil.
Yeah?
Yeah.
What do you think that was?
What?
The yellow spill on the road.
I don't think about it. Do you?
I try not to.
The sun rises.
Saturday, April 06, 2013
Friday, April 05, 2013
Thursday, April 04, 2013
Wednesday, April 03, 2013
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
lonely night in
Panic in between states extra movement round the molecules. It is so cool that you are typing on one of those old typewriters, really like the sound lastnight and, when you used the wind chimes. blah blah blah. Your blue tank leaves a credit to its font, strikes a beautiful page. Already I want to read it.
Blue light in the living room, red light out the back door. Churchill over the piano. Bicycle seat stand lamp rear door corner, can tall lamp opposite. Washes the room with indirect light, not a dark edge in sight. No burnt retinas.
Hot shower, waiting for hair to dry. Tense upper back, three months and I want my long stretches in front of nothing moving nowhere. Too much movement to keep the thoughts in one place sedimenting. Scatterbrain fragments, continually catching oneself on an error of unthinking stupidity, so much for the flawless self. Hide carry away the luggage, stuff it under the table. Like there is absolutely nothing to do. Keep the tasks rolling over. Shut not off the brain state, now more than ever the crushing tie to people comes reigning in. I have fun here, come join me, but elsewhere is their cry.
I have the hosue to myself, freedom to roam destroy and create still they do not come. I bring portens, lunar eclipses, golden rays no knock. Time available, sequester drugs and resources to be made available - silence. These are not my people.
Outgrown, taken root sprouted an idea a nursery rhyme tell tale rattle of employment of the ego. Spare us your body parts I will go on forever. These are the people I know. They are lost in their world of produce. There is no trying, only becoming. Every point of departure is a desire (a striving for) throwing oneself from a chain of thrown-ness. On the way to being...
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Blue light in the living room, red light out the back door. Churchill over the piano. Bicycle seat stand lamp rear door corner, can tall lamp opposite. Washes the room with indirect light, not a dark edge in sight. No burnt retinas.
Hot shower, waiting for hair to dry. Tense upper back, three months and I want my long stretches in front of nothing moving nowhere. Too much movement to keep the thoughts in one place sedimenting. Scatterbrain fragments, continually catching oneself on an error of unthinking stupidity, so much for the flawless self. Hide carry away the luggage, stuff it under the table. Like there is absolutely nothing to do. Keep the tasks rolling over. Shut not off the brain state, now more than ever the crushing tie to people comes reigning in. I have fun here, come join me, but elsewhere is their cry.
I have the hosue to myself, freedom to roam destroy and create still they do not come. I bring portens, lunar eclipses, golden rays no knock. Time available, sequester drugs and resources to be made available - silence. These are not my people.
Outgrown, taken root sprouted an idea a nursery rhyme tell tale rattle of employment of the ego. Spare us your body parts I will go on forever. These are the people I know. They are lost in their world of produce. There is no trying, only becoming. Every point of departure is a desire (a striving for) throwing oneself from a chain of thrown-ness. On the way to being...
Monday, April 01, 2013