still so many questions to be asking the old man yes i still have a few tapes about the charlie stories whenever are you going to put them together why do you need them they are simply recorded for my own records something to draw upon in the fiction of my downtime
the nikki glass barrel holds my drinking water for these hard yakka stints on the word processing machine
just trying out a new machine caught my eye down at the tip and i thought i must have it bring it home and scrub it up missing a few pieces here and there a lose screw but after a little oil and tightening and a fresh ribbon off we go despite the damage incurred over the years still operating with a jittering splurge over the page not up to the official communications of the government office or even the internal communications of a profitable company with a letterhead but in these desperate times searching for a scent of authenticity within the outdated retrograde trending technologically crippled why bother generation this fills the void for an indeterminate period
grown unaccustomed to all this sitting still the legs wants the movement a lot of lactic acid built up wanting to move around and expend itself stop talking and take off up the hill another sunset fling a sound back and forth deluding ourselves into understanding you got that?
thinking about you again and why not writing this out as a letter fill these spaces with the notes of an all encompassing telltale building up the mistakes and misfires finding a way to express a voice lost in all the tumult and rage of a civilisation going up in flames
slashing on a death day the uncle passed away and what of it are we to discuss in this table more urgencies between us new families born from the red soil death is something we talk about with the oldies lilac waters so heavy on my mind
home is an island and we are constantly sweeping back the tide when we no longer have the strength then we drown and perhaps others lurch in and start sweeping the tide back out so long as they call this island home either we learn to live in the ocean or simply go extinct
a lot more cleaning to be done not nearly to the standard desired the patience wears thin the desire to use comes creeping back in outweighing the cleaning action so that is how we know that it is clean enough that we can get back to usage functionality dictates and functionality is measured by results quality control
poor habits forming around the edges kick another habit replace with the written word reflected light is much better for the eyes bring back a sleep centred activity regime
i make nothing out of all the door slamming and screaming at the bottoms of the stairwell i take the high ground my body moves easier when unobserved i do not want a light or whistle for attracting attention no blowing on a horn or banging on a drum for this little green thumb the worms will have me from the inside out
i am tired my guts are shrunken and i inhabit dreams of increasing complexity without fossil fuel perplexity
i turn up and routine is out the window put everything on hold and watch carefully the return of a comet passing through on a path not to be seen again for many revolutions if the flesh shall last so long
the everyday spreads out over dirty hankies decaying into an intolerable void spreading out like so many worms chewing through compost turning in the soil
another coffee volunteer re-homed no place is safe and everything is perfect or simply as we want it unsafe your mudcakes kept me up all night bugging out close curiousness fingering the button hole i am just going to dip my toe in there what is the worst that could happen nothing could possibly go wrong no more toe expendable not a heart not storing more brain in there after all
keep the girls inside on a slab of concrete in a glass cage plenty of light see right out over the property down the valley north east tumbling down the bumps and bruise are safe in here than all that skin piercing bone crunching infectious cuts and bites that happen just the other side of these sheets of glass
remington takes off out of the box like a bird drying out coffee stained paper with machine gun rhythms to the health and happiness show time to start killing off some of these characters the story seems a little over populated
farming the habits that make a positive affect on the life and the continued living of said life happiness pleasure reward stimulation and a sense of worth perhaps even throwing out a ill defined sense of satisfaction and pride but they both are unwieldy beasts in contemporary lexicography i am hesitant the misunderstanding is already greater than no more harm can come about margins margins footnotes so much to do
a message comes in on the phone and the device steals all the attention in the room i have got to get that back onto silent let us all go outside and ignore the witch until it goes away we are nine failures away from total decay
stop the illusion percussive precocity slipping in silk comfy cushion stimuli cerebellum stopping fingers pausing multiple mild concussions
putting the typewriter to work as percussion instrument in the band and all the while working toward a letter to the friend on the other side interacting on the multiple the here and now present in the moment and the sharing of a life disconnected still cherishing where this once connection does take us
geometry lesson shapes and patterns moving through space this here card game thought out for the kids has a longevity in math that outstrips the green washed message of balancing an ecosystem right up to quadratic equations that is leaving school certificate stuff that visual representations for the algebra is often a short cut to grasping abstraction