High Hat

She’s a
poet…
that’s her job.
Some.
Somniferous.

What do you do?
Life?
Current, Bad.
Past, eclectic.
Vast, forgotten.
“I’m a cleaner you see”
“People ask me that just to tell me what they do”.
-I’m not like other people.
You’ve had a brilliant and beautiful past.
You have made the bed that you want to sleep in.
You haven’t succeeded thus far.
You’ve been on a journey.
What’s your favourite colour?
Lets move on quickly then.
“no, no, no I’ll answer it”.
“I’m a cleaner”
That’s brilliant. How disgusting are people!
You’ll always have a job.
That’s so easy to apply and necessary.
It’s a good and honest profession.
But its not you.
Don’t be sad, caught up or depressed.
And if you are, great.
Harness it. For good.
For better, meet new people.
You don’t have to suffer or life a tortured life.
It doesn’t affect me negatively.
Don’t preempt how you think I will react or feel.
If you are ashamed, what would you like me to say?
Now that you have sprung this bear trap on me, can I help?
Shall we move on…

5,10,15,20,25. -Here I am. Ready or not.

Palm tree.
14. U.K
Holiday.
Now you see.

When the big tree falls,
The monkeys scatter.
5, 5. *just missing a 7 Dad…

1825 days in 5 years.

Bens. All Bens a bad people.
hahah, that guy at the party.
But not all Bens.
I know a good Ben.

I read the opening few pages to the bible. “THE”
-and it was good. haha.

“They made a really horrible mistake”

Lindsay: Hit me with your best shot, mate.
*the way you said it.

Football,
Evolution,
Unchanged,
Resistant to flux,
Got out & done “holiday”

21:34.

When I was younger I did sport and friends a lot..

Nobody ever asks: Where have you been?
We have such a wealth of experience.
“people are closed, some have been around the world and not let it affect them”
:”real people”

Three letter words.
With a vowel as the middle letter.
a,e,i,o,u.
Fat.
Fet
Fit.
Fot
Fut.

The steady progression.
U is the best.
A is the worst.

Pat? No, no call me ‘Put’.

SUT. ( a flag, SoS) -Lindsay said she didn’t want to talk about her friend anymore. It made me sad that she got sad and missed my point. My positives. My questing and questioning.
Politick-ing. All language may be polished and said to sound well and good.
I don’t limit myself in a family environment.
Because I love you, and I let all gruesome barriers down.
Or rather; I experiment with doing that and expect your love and I freely give mine.
Weird.

BLADE, the biggest black cat dad had ever seen.

The trauma has never faded from those eyes:
Sloppy
Squiggle
Stanley
Sulked
Under
His
Umbrella.

1001 things to do with a midget.

“I work in a cafe”

I’m part of an agreement.

There- are – a
number – of – variables.

YOU ARE IN POSSESSION OF A HUMAN BODY
YOU HAVE A HUMAN BRAIN AND A MONKEY BRAIN
FOLLOW A THOUGHT FOR 60 SECONDS
BEING AFFECTED; BY YOUR SURROUNDINGS
A FUNNY WOMAN.

“funny, strange, odd, weird, crazy.

Time for a kip!

It gets lonely up in the shelter.

100 used to be a big number, before we lived in BIG villages.

‘people don’t know’

– Mao; you know… used to really do the hot potato.

PHD in personal training.

A night of nonsense.
Empress -> Language is gendered.

JHE wise man (mun) said it.

The circus cat.
Finally fell from
The high-wire.

Water bombs away.

SUT!
yoga in the water.
Boot camp.

The verdict.

We played pool.
COUP.
Tapped phones with the man of the news.
Talked 3rd world. (caring)
Talked people.
Spoke of travel.
Played CAMBIO.

Went for a walk.
*Knee hurts.
Ate a chocolate biscuit + weis chocolate & coconut vegan icecream + cherry crumble + tea + dates + sultanas + kiwi.

Sugar rush almost to vomiting.
Watched the Platypus.
Fell over a fence onto a prickle bush.
Got a splinter in my hand.

Now it rains and rains and rains. To corrugated iron taps and patters.
I relax, though my feet are almost numb with cold like always.
Some guy spelt Soul (as sole) wrong on facebook.
So I wrote SOLD as the next comment. I don’t know what I mean.

I played catch with Lindsay today.
Did some shopping.
Tried different types of peanut butter.
Sent a photo to Izzy.
Packed my bags finally.

Now I tuck myself in.
After handstands, jogging to get chocolate and yoghurt.
I head to Melbourne tomorrow.
I wonder if i’ll have a place to stay when I get to Ottawa.
Shucks.
When things go wrong, not thats when a good story happens.

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