Still with jobs to do.
Living Freudian.
Feeling deprived. Spent and sated.
The crusty cloth of misunderstood desires and fixations.
The rattle and release of energy.
The consumption, the constant, disgusting consumption.
My mind is grey black. Only rarely are moments inspired “these days”
The times. Time gone, never to be regained or recaptured.
Photography, our self illusion. Our star map. We are the stars, the twinkle of parents eyes. Freudian.
Misssaid. Missaligned. Miss. Miss. Miss.
Her. Here. Hear. Hare. Hair. Cut.
Wrists. Blood. Missspelling. Misspelling. Is this going to be ok?
Probably not. Unfollowable. A bull. Able. Able Tasman. Here we are.
Nature. Lets go for a walk.
“What do you do most of the time?:”
I work.
What else?
I have hobbies.
It depends on the weather and how I’ve been feeling.
Feral.
Ferralling. Feuts. Twins. Fatalistic.
Plans, control. Organised reality.
Everything. Stand to reason.
Happening. Span of control.
Lack of understanding.
Tinder.
Momentary, luck. Hot or not.
Sickness of passing.
Prowling. Watching. Fearing.
Shallow. Hurdles.
Barriers for entry.
Running. Usain Bolt.
Bottle.
Sweat. Swerve. Swill. Swell. Waves. Watches. Time. Tick tick tick.
Tock tock tock.
Pendulum. RobotHEART. People that add. People that detract.
Lets move inside. Lets change it up.
Talk about football. Bore bore bore bore.

What’s the first thing that comes into your head when I say Trumpet?
DORIAN BROOMHALL- I saw him recently.
Oh yeah? Cool. What’s he up to. (I don’t care)
When the convocation doesn’t go where you want it to.
What can you do?
Anyway! I think of MAMBO NUMBER 5, And like the moment, when the guy says “the trumpet!” Followed by cutting to the baritone baratone. barratone.
Ba-da-ba-baaa- BA-BA.
“that’s the baritone, not the trumpet”.
Yeah I know…

YOU DID THE HANDS FOR THE BARITONE.
-I know.
That’s not the trumpet!
ITS THE FIRST FUCKING THING THAT COMES INTO MY HEAD.
He does say “The trumpet, doesn’t he?”
“I don’t know…”
“Ok…”
“Look I don’t want to talk about it, but I think I’m right”.

What a stupid fucking immobile thing to say.
Your stagnant brain, uncomprehending, noncommittal, wasted goop.
After sharing my thoughts, you do, YOU SAY… THAT.
Some people, some times.
People, time, things.

Sick.

Accommodation.
Course Approval.
French Test.
OS Help Loan.
Insurance?

Run away, find better people.