Giant congregations of people under one language.
So many bodies, so many colours, so much free love.
Any race, size, want-on-need.

And she wasn’t impressed by Vietnam.
Its so dirty.

And the other girl and her husband were happy not travelling.
–suppression– They were happy not going beyond the border,
just looking each day upon the same thing as something new.
That’s what we call it. Us, yes. The lost. You, me and Jade.
And we look at them and they’re happy. Ignorance. Unwanting.
Not… not THOUGHTFUL. Just content. Comfortable. Wrapped.
And it makes us sick to think. This capsule wont last. Wont ride.
Out there, THRERE! There are deeper waters. Other shores.
sure. “there, there”.
That won’t cut it we think. They’ll be flooded with regret.
Overwhelmed. Capsized. Flipped. Lots in emotion; “at sea”.
But maybe we’re wrong. Maybe they don’t need to go away like us.
Maybe we need to go away and realize how good we had it…
and they… they don’t. They are just happy. No regrets now,
not plagued with dreams so much as they are happy with things.

You-googly

As for “true meanings”, I’m going to take the low road and say that we-as-readers attribute value and meaning to language in a subjective way. Words in their connection to meaning is arbitrary

I agree that when we’re talking binaries there is a more “privileged” of the two, and the “lesser off”. But I feel like en-masse there will always be a historic relevance that taints a word’s associative meaning and this doesn’t have to do with the binary system so much as a different attribution.

An example can be seen in the word “dark”. As its stands in the common psyche, the connotations that make up the network of meaning for the word resonate in a way that brings forth thoughts surrounding the unknown, which is seemingly unfathomable in experience as well as being related to sensory deprivation.
On the surface of it, i’m saying darkness is scary, people live in the light, that’s how our eyes tend to function. One example of dark getting a bad wrap.
(Bring on the fucking: “I get sunburnt debate”)
-This is not a strong argument, yet-

Successfully failing to compare and contrast black & white by listing their respective pros and cons has its ups and downs.
These lefty thoughts are as questionably right as they are wrong, and are blindly viewed in both a positive and negative light. The heavy, dark luck finds truth in the lie of a coin.
Here! The binary of heads and tails mark there, without so much as a trace! This denotes a push and pull, of either life or (“is, is, was”), it death?

This helps boys and girls locate a lost, hindered meaning. Especially when confronted with the two-faced repelling attractions of polarity Batman!

Its a tragicomedy network of arbitrary, misunderstood, meaningless knowledge. Nothing isn’t not as a perfect zero(0) one(1) system, as much as it is a useless tool to utilize for our own tortured entertainment.

Taking the Mic.
Drops mic.

-Bang, Onomatopoeia.

I’ll believe it, just to make you stop.

Separate your inner striving from one’s trade.
Teaching is a valuable gift.
Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
When we sit with a nice girl for two(2) hours it feels like two minutes.
When you hang it all, it seems like two hours. That’s relative.

How despicable and ignoble was is.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Sometime one pays most for the things he doesn’t get for something.
Common sense is a collection of prejudice acquired through youth.

God doesn’t play fair,
God is subtle,
God doesn’t play dice.
God is sick.
God is dice.
God is dick.

World Wars will be fought with sticks and stones.

If I knew, I would have been a locksmith. (vitally missing context)
Avoid attributing cleverness to others, not your enemy.
A=x+y+z
A = success
x = work
y = play
z = keep your mouth shut. zzzzzz

Study zealously, easily lose pants.
Leave elegance to the tailor when looking for truth.
Behaviour should be based on the effects of sympathy, education and social ties.
Did god have a choice in the creation of the world?
Does God observe.
Atomic Energy – Revolutio – Discover of Fire.

Nobody gets Income Tax or yes they do.
Hide your sources said creativity.
If the facts do fit the theory, change your pants.
I think, therefore I never think of future happenings.
Infinite stupidity or just the former?
Wise or foolish?
So much comprehension in the world.
Evolving and solving an existing problem. Atomic Energy and the end of the world.

You cannot prepare for war as you aim to prevent it.
Let them take over.
Nothing but everything is a miracle. Life your choice.

Opposition of ordinariness. Hereditary prejudices, culture fight honestly and intelligently.

…and a bottle of pills.

Tomorrow’s a guided tour. Today, dad didn’t go to Brisbane. He says there is a storm there. You can never tell-or expect these sorts of things. Slugs, drinking coke. Rolling over in the sun.

“Dad, what’s the deal with Superannuations?”

Lying cheating stealing bastards. I like to run. And run and run. Anxious, exhausted, tired, wasted washed. Washed shirt, clothes, unhinged un hung. Grinding at my moral issues. Son, don’t do things you don’t want to. 

As if communication wasn’t hard enough, we have callus texting.

My hands of uncooked

Meat. Disastrous. Print and footprint that. Sand, lives

Filled

With sand. Fear, on the beach. Death and tears. In mine and my mothers eyes. Honest sharing, checking shoulders, distraction pathos, noise and not looking here, there, where I’m going. The grand tour, as I flip into tomorrow. Landing arse and hip first. Eyes like

Sponges. Radical bursting, exploding. Bending like the love of pornography. Hearts and lists of paper fold and fold again in half to smaller and smaller desires. The snapshot of a left. 

No hooks, only tears.

Tearing soggy rock like pages. Like the snow kicked up from the balling Avalanche. Sickness, teary eyed diversions and distraction. Pulling at my body, my wants and love. Folding folding folding. Belly full of pills. Pasts, pasta and frills. Cast off. Regurgitated and photographed. Natured: nurture aside. Let me

Confide in you. In you. In you!

Skin thin.I use your body to define myself

My love.

Chinese Lanterns- and the Gordian knot. “Line” say it like you’re an actor. Say it like you care and you want to know or say but you forget. 

-but I’ve never acted. 

“Ah so you’d be pretending that you had…” 

All these women, these beautiful women, want something from me. A reaction, never. Silence, patience. Perverted patient I may be. Tired eyes wondering. Wasting watering eyes. No disguise but disgust. A sore stomach from too, too much. And slick throat and cold toes. Sweaty brow, laughter and shameless slick patches of perfection splatter my mundering babble full lead leaf of life. Brittle rusted shrapnel for thoughts. Bombshells, at anger and my own whistling confusion. When who’ll strike. Umbrellas will not protect. Shower bath or shower. No shoes. Slipping slipping lipping.

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.