Base your day around being activeAround diet.

Around working toward something.

Around money.

Saving. 
And dad asked me what I’m saving for. It put me in a bad headspace. 

I had sex with a girl- now she puts me in a bad space. 

What am I doing. (It could be worse), he said.

Blundering inside life, without even moving. 

-LIPS

LITP 

language is the poison.

of love

Asking.

I’m asking

Black, blackness, the great unknown. Re-United after death. Black screens, computing. Science. Breakdown-disconnect. Knew it all along. Glowing. Permeating. Black, white, grey, yellow. 

Shrouding most. Fog. Mist. Steam of cold hotness. Red white. Off.

Reunited we all are. Each other. The snapshot of the present. Update my computer, I will work for you. Smile and smiler. Miles for miler. Circles of language, action, inaction through stem, prefix, suffix. Minor change of state and temporality: time and space. For a chance, Being, an ever charged boundless opportunity.

PaFoDo
PFodo
Pfold
Pold
PFod
PFoldish
PatriFD
PaFold
pfodo

Roofed and rooster. Shots fired, hit home. Netted. Move to Adelaide and leave your love behind. Return home. Him, her. 

Seconds: I matured, in nature. Mounted. Fucked. Speeded. Spermed. Left to nurture and grow. Saving the beasts that could kills you. We must resent, biochemical weapons? How abou wasps. Introduced not. But of this earth they are. Spreading, killing taking over. There’s a thought. Rooster.

Mean men. Mean woman, head and hair like cocks. Fighting for pride. The lion within. Raw roars. An

Ocean

To overstep. Go home? No. Salvage from

Your rickety slots am. Floatsam, trust me names I know.

Kids are mandibles. 

Alicia means “malleable”.

I’m a rubbing friend. A running friend. A rubbish friend…            But you can have my love.

It’s really amazing, undescribable. 

Indescribable? 

I’m still afraid of closing my eyes at a gig… I tried last night. It scared me. The DJ with the hair bouncing. Posturing. Bouncing protecting. Cock.

That reference to overwhelmed. Underwhelmed. Just whelmed.

In Europe. “DICK”.

Three women. Confusion. Subtleties. -dickall.

Music music

Potato potato

Remembering the Gig at the Odeon. Remembering your love, the Cat letter. The look you gave me, the breakdown, that sickening tea. Your cigarette breath. Before you hung yourself. That song about pregnancy. The good singing, the great feeling tonight, versus the bad of the past. 

A minted audience. Munted. Gettin low, lying to one another. Sweat dripping silence. Breathe breathe in. Orononciate. IronyX

Show us your tits””

Show us your dick

Language is poison sometimes.

Kiss every girl

People suffer: keep it simple stupid. The French woman from Paris Combo said: “just go with anyone”. Think about it after. She jokingly brought up love. Her obsession with love. 

“Peace and love” – cultural shift. Language reversal. Didactic vs the synchronic. Changes occurring out and in. In and out. In and out.

And kiss. An octopus trap in Japan. The repetition of someone’s name. Exotic, illiptic. Nosebleed stuff.

Rush the biscuit

Risk the biscuit
I feel like that’s when you’ve got a cup of tea, right. Then you double dunk your cookie and it becomes dangerous trying to transport it from tea to mouth because it’s become so wobbly and soaked. It may have even broken off with the second round of saturation. Becoming dislodged from the dry bit still in your hand. Look what you the author have instigated. 

A flotsam of biscuit bits. Crummy icebergs. Clumps. Gluggy tea. Unpalatable, unstable. Dangerous liquid. The slip of pigs, orange brown. Unusual darkness. 

Cross! (Angry) cross-con-tamiNUTion.
I upended a walnut and found a cashew. I opened the cashew and fount a pea. I put it under the bed. That night I dreamt of change. My mind ached with my back the next day. The pea became a princely peanut, still in its husk. I drank water to help my voice. And Nuttelvilles butted! I nutted out thoughts of things and food stuffs.

Childhood.-

Watching a cartoon animated movie. Maybe with the cousins? The characters are in the circus, the villain is the bad guy.

I remember flying planes.

It’s like land before time.

I must ask.

Weeks apart and you ask.
I get my hair cut.
You are Peter, or Paul. I am Patrick.
We’re all saints.
My neurosis about clippers. The snapshot image of hair.
Buzz cuts, frayed hair. Split ends.
Moles. Moses. Mold. Fungus. Feet.
Cravings, cutting. Wrists Wits, angles.
up and down, sex. apple. Crayon. Pink.
Connotations. Associable. Friendships and barriers.

The memory of spooning you, of dancing with you.
Around my waist. Thighs locking. Hugging, holding. Sweating,
bouncing singing. All of that a close memory. So distant.
Dusted.

Calling people off phones. Those phone bills, unlimited access.
The briefs about the people, the strangers that people are calling.
i’m sorry I missed you party.
I’m obsessed with sex. Forgive me.
Wait, in the darkness of my room.
Listen to music, think think react. Write, think.
Avoid people; drinking and smoking.
My old bones, and ideals. Only holding and hugging.
It would be so easy to ask.
Just come over. Lay with me.
My room a mess, a meddley of colour and ideas.
Ensmeshed with poor taste and anxiety.

lets play the name game.
Everyone introduces themself.
I hand out a piece of paper.
I declare the name of the game “a miniscule mystery”.

The grey. The dying.
Jess, Patrick, Laurence, Shaun, Jacob, Mia, Trevor, Josh, Jackson, Brian (the lion), Kat, and they all write. And they all put their answers in the hat. They write down one name. And then I keep all the names.
I know the name that got written the most. That is all.
No more meaning may be read.

Another game-
Introducing other people in the group. Breaking down what you know about them. Objective, shallow. Asking for stories, asking for descriptions. Creative. Shallow, sweeping, basic, hurtful, painful, ordinary: revealing.

Coffee today with a girl, that’s a friend. and a friend of a friend. I don’t know why we met up really. I was just curious and she didn’t seem to mind.
It was all very strange. As I wondered. And asked questions. And shared and tried to help. I hope she’s ok. I’m not.

Whathave you been up to patrick> Oh not much, sacrificing sleep for partying, riding to parties in goodwood, dancing with strangers, avoiding girls I don’t know. Talking loosely, drinking heavily, feeling numb and disjoineted, jumbling words, working hard, trying at university, talking at salamanca, fasting, binge eating, wishing, waiting wanting, thinking, stalling, spending being generous, oversharing, creating ordeals. Disconnecting from conversations. Stari staring. now i’m writing with my eyes closed. I feel like i’ve got a flow. I could fall asleep i could I really could this post will ogo on. Eyes closed. Like that titcanic song. Jack. Hugo saying stuff about smoking, bongs and boring things. Facial hear. People hnging out under the hairy tree in Salamanca. Driinking beer, low socio economic. The feel of the keeps is wrong I just checked to see where i’m at.

Still lost. Sad. Tears sneak up on me sometimes.
That awful skinny french man.
Tyler, looking far too skinny. Not believing in god. Smoking.
Unsavable.

What’s your CREED?

I have advice to give and things to keep.
So much to share, so many secrets.
No manipulation. Out of control, animalistic, instincts. all for sex.
Kids, beautiful honest growing things. Monsters. Globe eyes.
Watching, mimic, feerful, excitement.
The next gen-
jen jen.
Gesture wildly. See a show, same shit. Life is short, so you must get away.
too long between being on the tools.
and my mind bubbles.
Too much coffee, a haircut and silence.
A change, not so dramatic.
Yoga tomorrow. Zen me out.
Breakfast of porridge or museli. I can never spell that word first time.
ASTERISK. strange.
And it all comes down.
I feel like i’m not in control of what I do.
I can stand by my self.
I think of love and its relation to betrayal.
Fuck. those close to your heart.
I am immune. I am shared, I will give.
Fuck me fuck me fuck me.
I just want to share, I want to be held. By anyone.
I am ambitious. I will share, I want to know everyone,
What makes them tick.

Drives them on. No acid in their eyes. Clear and functional.
not made up, fake or shallow.
round characters, not flat.
Humanist. Unsolvable, definable, mathematics.
Unable to define itself, using itself. Just a finely crafted point to explain other models. The stuff of physics and confused notions of brilliant organics. The systems and models that we all see in reality.
The colour t.v. the shows, the books, the nature, the popular, the culture, the abuse, the slang that jargon.
No grey. I want the mystery of grey.
Lets tap into it.
Orgasmic in the un-names.
Hyphens everywhere.
No shortening to the task.
Take it.
words running into one-another.
everything interrelated.
Injected with truth and other meaning.
Creative. Loss, lost.
six, theft. Lust of nine,
miss of eleven. chaos of twelve and the lack of luck for thirteen.
Seven brings it back and we all play honesty.
and you’ll never know.
And you don’t say the mantra so you cheat and you cheat and you cheat.
And you don’t define, so you never cheat.
You opperate in this psychotic, psychosis. No-
philanthropists will come. Nothing to be shared anymore.
Just grey mist.
Master of all scything statements.
Glinting laze. and scintillation
scathed, scyths glint.
And we rebel.
revelling. Mia! Mia,
MIANMA. Buy some clothes while you travel, I love your tripped, wripped jeans. ripper.
Jack, who’s name was Liam.
We were stoned. Sanga was confused. I was useless.
And it was all reductive and useless.
He took another hit because he was about to bottom out.
6 minutes after his last hit.
That unlucky, whitening feeling.
Wilting. Waining. Heart-fainting.
love me love me love me.
I’m thinking of you.
Thinking of you all.
Twinkling. Wine. Glitz.
The ritz and Ida Adams tits.
Your proper name isn’t that, is it?
Ellen. Smart girl, of Hong Kong.
Sick sister and I wish I knew more.
I wish I knew.
Family family.
A Type-A personality.
The jokes the jokes.
lame, flailing. Nothings.
Fuck me fuck me fuck me.
And you leave early.
and the flowers wilt.
Han’ flower.
Potato potato spud.
Tomato Tomato you’re a cunt.

Split callus.
Sore feed. Tired kidney.
Drunk, muscle relaxants.
Strange topics and dealing with grief.
A friend throwing a drink all over me.
Accidental, loss of control.
Lost.
My stomach churns.
Filled and wanting to burst.
Feeling the worst.
a thirst, seated on the beach.
The sun warming me.
Headstands, balance and bridge.
Home to an open fridge.
Mean, meat meat meat.
Too long between meeting, messages sent.
Study done, yawns and the tried and true ways and means.
So lost, with the things I wanted.
The death of the author.
As soon as its written the moment is lost.
The person is crippled, expunged.
Changed. Flux. Vacuum.
Girls adding me.
Mean mean mean, violent headbutting, star gazing.
Moment. The girl I had a crush on, went out with my friend that stole my ex, who’s best friend I slept with and spent Christmas with and broke her heart.
Writing poems, and still I see her at the airport.

People, dangers to one-another.
Why do we commune,
how do I leave you all alone?
I’ll jog again tomorrow, just to get some perspective.
Waving at exes in new black cars.
Walking and walking.
The beach, swimming.
Eating rosemary.
unsuggesting. Worrying over work.
Wondering. Wishing, hoping.
Being a hypocrite.
Haircuts. Splitting hairs, so hot.
warm, wrecked.
My body, growing and groaning.
Lost and typical.
work to be done.
Friends to be won.
Hidden away- opinions and connotation.

Are words in the linguistic system made up of Parole and Langue. 

If both; then the denotation, “literal meaning” goes beyond sight. The understanding aligns with the colour.

Connotation: pink.