Hi yesterday. How were you. 

Today I did two shits in two hours.

The sound of bottle caps rolling across the floor. 

I am 

Iamb. 

Lamb for wool, warmth and fodder. 

Doddering new born legs. 

Weak straggling underneath me. 

Shotguns in the dark. 

Smell of powder. Crackling fear. Power and fire. 

What wealth do you have. 

Nothing bright can be put out with such banal vanilla.

Psyche – S
Physic – H
S/He

E. E.
e. e.
Cummings et cetera etcetera.

Pshy – guy
Sphy – girl.

Pushy. Sophy
soap. pee

Pshe
Pshyic
Psh!
Pshaw!

Worries over pay slips.
We’re all fucked.
We just need some place to work comfortably until we die.
Satisfied mind. Bollocks.
Waiting, tired. Late nights, brain jelly.
Mush, wasted.
Thoughts keys, eyeballs rolling.
Loss of mind.
Alack alack a lack.
And manwomantrans.
Pronouns. Respects.
Satisfaction bullshit!
Riddled, free, different, wanting always the other.
Oppressed. Depressed. Underfoot perspective.
The tussle, tug of war.
I will give you nothing.
You don’t stand over me and help, thats why I do this now.
Now now now now.

broken heart and torn up letters.
A through Z.
Scrambled. No eggs.
No time.
Stymied!
Psyched.

You’reWelcome to come over at 6 with Sol for dinner. I’ve invited a few others. We’ll play pool and cards. From then until whenever.

Mediocrity!

When you hear a flow of words. A construction never formed before.

-Silent but vaguely positive..

Napoleons alone on the eve of battle communing with the alps, receiving their silent counsel.

Inter texts. Epitaxy. Epitaxyepitext! Parapet paratext

Self starving nation of love destructors.

She stopped laughing suddenly and said “why am i laughing” 

There’s somebody else here now; so you (or we?) better keep it quiet.

New game:

Say: who, what, when, where, why, how, which. Say it under different tones.

Resist ‘one’

Say not: The.

Because. I can. 

Greed, is a hungry dad

Whatwhohowwhat.graphic.

A wonderful message that captures it all in sail of red bow. 
I appreciate the time we pay to eachother. It renews us both, strong, shining rich real and honest. I feel of Spring not Autumn. 
We continue to coil, while ourselves and others spoil. Consistency, though tacit flowing freed. Friendships seed, safe under gale-mais-oui never grow stale.

Rules explained and deserving more.

Thoughts spidering out. Multitalented. Plurals. People positioning, poisoning practice. Multi-valent. Moving in any direction. And I was muted. Spill a drink in her. Share, buy wine. Strawbs, chocolate. Share and depress, hide in bed. Be good in the morning. Improved every day. 

I hid I worried, I went. Posturing. Post up my arse. Full of IT. Time creasing me. Crushing and cruising my internal melody screeching, squeeling, squaring. And sk-sk-sk. 

Fuck you. Eyes rolling. New tyres. Fuck me abroad, aboard, a broad.

Blue, greed. Generic.

Genetic green eyes. 3%

Closeness, hiding. Attributing value outside of yourself acknowledging all. Sigh

Signs. Language shooting from my body, wordlessly. Listing with dot points a dot-to-dot image of a letter in no particular order for a song in F. For the fbi, high kites. Proper nouns pinky. The regeneration, jubilation; juvinating heals of green goodness. RBB

Red brown blonde.

When you go grey it will be Red Grey Blonde. The old, the RGB. Art thou’ joke.

Thoughts of walking after sex

Be less excited by people.
Dying hair? I’m complicated, with enough to consider with out all that.

Life as a Travelling Boy & Industrious Man

You need to position yourself outside of the cell of understanding that life has no meaning, and function as everyone else does. Most are mindless, others have your spark. Be reductive and attribute all meaning to sex. Rate sex, have sex with everyone. Make your body strong, firm and desireable, have a shrewd, dry wit. Be honest to yourself and lie to everyone. Read history, think of the Greeks, subvert marriage, value religion and science, you tool.

Aye aye, captain!
I, I. Captain?

Yes yes, what is it?!

I must stress,
‘IT’ is not the same for you and I.
My eyes are changed, are different.

I do not think we see the same.

The sea is never the same again.
Flux and suction, the boat is out birth.
Our marriage. Our girl.
Our miss to miss.
Our past, our future.
Our mast, our ms.
We don’t own a think.
That’s how I see it.
That’s why I take this log out,
out with me.
out my eyes.
You and me.
You and eye.
Bouncing, lapping, kissing the waves.
Suction to the wave.
Ride what she throws at you.
Barrels and alls! Mate?
Battles and falls state.

I talk to you, walking home.
You tell me stories of bananas,
I say I’m more complex than undertones.
I share freely. I don’t understand me.
You attribute meaning as you wish.
I walk, cold right finger.
You tell me that you casually have sex with friends.
I negotiate. We push and pull.
Closer than ever, propositioning subtly.
Like my lip bites today.
beautiful eyes. Cute accent.
Lovely smooth skin, straight hair.
Small nose, well proportioned face.
Bright eyes. Awake, aware, questioning. Wanting,
wondering. And I have to pull away.
Keeping it all professional.

And you proposition me, and I speak honestly.
Nonsense. And fear. What if the next time we spend together isn’t as good.
What if this was the best and I lose you.
I wish to cling, cling to the moment.
Hoping, asking, fearing, screaming-
screaming ‘i’m sorry’. Because this was the best you ever had.
The love you most, most felt love.
you and me you fucking.
me you amid friendship, circles of cells, round, spinning tops.
Bra falling and a friend telling you that you’re ugly.
I see my friends as beautiful.
I should get away. Free of time, of people. Energized.
Angry at home under storm cloud. Shrunked heart.
Woney, white, rob handing hanging cotton rope.
Belt and tie and racialization.
Black black black.

And I tell you truths as best I can,
though I don’t understand me.
“I think when I have sex with someone it all changes, I don’t speak to them, we fucked up, emotional attachment, a barrier, a shade, shadow, change”. The game changes. The want happens more. The guild. The pins, the blurts the head laugh. And there I am, telling you that I change if I have sex with you. We’d become less close. You say: “Well that changes everything, I’ll never sleep with you now” And I say: “GOOD”.
But I know not to ask the real question.
“You’re not the same? Where are they now”
Who?
The others that you kept talking to.
I have a power none other than myself controls.
A masculine, locked.
Core.

Broken. Prefix.
Affix! abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.
The alphabet doesn’t need to have an order.
we learn the model through song. Through flow, repetition.
Why can’t i spell happiness. Double P right? Double N? Double S?
We need to deconstruct P.
We need to deconstruct happiness.
We need to deconstruct the housewife.
We need to question: “what are you doing”.
I need to go home.
I’ve been asked inside by two ladies, asking me if I wanted to have cups of tea. Code word tea. And one that “threw caution to the wind”- but I didn’t hear the proposition. writing 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Left to right.
Then write to left.
Writing instructions for a dancer to follow from text.
a recipie for disaster.

Alphabet “elemeno-pee”
Iambic?
Limitations of and on women vs access.
Death; I think I can cure it.
EDUCATION. ‘A’GEUCATION.
Difference -> Differance.

Very telling.
Coins stacked up, they are beans.

‘a’ true.
Not true.
un true.
de true
pre true
dis true

Cut the mustard. Biblical.
The garden of Eden.
What’s the deal? What is the ideal?!
1limited convention.
2Acts push out the circle
3
4the household as a scary place for strangers to visit”mad-hatter”

Perspective. Truth exists.
Postmodernist: every human interaction is a transaction.
Freelance//Transaction//OUTSOURCING –> Testing how?

Play, thought provoking.

Fun over Easter?
Myself, Sam. Collaborative. “The notebook”
Between turns we stretched. Several pages. Stop first (he said)

Answer to anyone’s anything:
“Who are they didn’t they kill themself?”

Title to feminist autobiography:
“CAN I CAN’T”

There is no time like the present.
INHABIT MEMORY (FALSE IMMEDIATELY) ‘not whole’ NOT ENTIRE.
TIRE, ROUND. CIRCULAR. CELL. SPHERE. ROUND.
‘The lover’s discourse’.

1future person being
2feel the effect presently
3shifting things though we experience lag.
HIERARCHY 101, Error 404.

Fellow feeling. Empathy/Sympathy.

The woman sublimates herself to the feelings of others and is therefore oppressed by the conventional society she assembles and unfortunately keeps.

Imagination. EDUCATION -> Feminism.

A-funny joke by Neither Neither
Nietzche.
The judge hit his gavel, and his wig was orange..
Maths and humour.
Should have made his co-efficient ‘x’
X-rated…
Then it would have been a dirty joke.

Find that percentage of people, 17% that will listen, nod and change their mind. The believable, thoughtful sum.
The body of predicated, pleasured, privileged; en masse.
The origin of happiness.
The wantneed few.
The twinkling eyes.
Sudden blinking brightness.
The two headed Tasmanians, love seeking. Two-headed. Erginomically.
Why are we doing this? We don’t need it, we have able and brilliant minds; capable of playing and creating in freedom.
I take away so much from these. You know that right.

Thoughts: brains and bodies, there is no separation. There are only bodies.Everything that registers is a sense, which is received through our bodies. 
People cutting themselves. 

Vs cultures in Africa. It’s ok!
God is dead.

Romance is dead.

Worrying is dead.

Saying hello is dead.
Suicide if a friend in Melbourne. 

Moved to Perth for a job with his wife. 

Lost his wife, lost his job. Killed himself- his son lost a father.
Magazine title : fæk.

Dyslexia proof.

One portrait per-person.

On the back we right the truth, an emotional reaction to face, hatred, love and lust.

One page. Double sided. 

Floral. With male and female nudity. 
The computer switches on- out of the blue. My head hurts from dehydration. Food tonight, so rich, emboldening. As I lay, without underpants, on the floor. 

Back and neck hurt. No massage will cure. Ooooh, ouch owe. Ohh-eeeiiik.
Books. Vonnegut. Siddartha.