Hey dad I just want you to know i recycle some of your lines, because I look up to you and sometimes the things you say are la e and thus entirely shameless. I cannot fault them.
Therefore when I tell other people things and use your words as noble decree almost I laugh inwardly.
Snort all you want.
I hope it makes you happy to know you’d be doing great for yourself if you were still 20. -that is a bit of a strange thought.

Life in Arcadia – Jules Reed blog and writing. Not bad stuff.
Platonic relationships. Plato, date, chat, go home alone.
Named it himself; thr let down of sex. Busting.
Wasting seed without pro-creation. Weird. My values, loves and use of energies are whacked out. Not a normal man.

“You matter, you are real, the choices you make today in your lifetime are important and will change the world for better or worse. Please be considerate and choose carefully”.
We are all of us dancing in the storm of decisions and expectations.

Break your programming.
Deconstruct (destroy) your DNA put yourself back together how you want.

Hammock
Koya-San
“Ru-Su”
bridge
Canasta
Cribbage

Same old same old,
What’s old is new.
Make it new.
Its Tassie

Postcards- “enbuzzed”

I’ve been getting headaches and nausea from black tea.

Milly- the face painter. She’ll be at falls.

Who is Graham Scice? Have i met him? Do i know his face?

Antipodean.
Alinta R-H

These are the nots as they came. Are they important. Yes

Where do your loyalties lie.

Don’t to me. Lay not with me.

viper on satin.

you don’t have to explain yourself to anyone.

Had a hot bath,
It was too hot.
Brain flipped, hot day, booked my first 2nights.

Japan!
Had coffee, bought adaptors.
Played Honesty.
Chatted to sam and kier.
Hugs. I’m leaving! Hugs.
Misread organisation for stress.
Beat linds at pool.
Shared a moment.
Walked with heath.
Eden had a melt down. Met her sister Trudy.
Trudy Beekman. Beetroot.
Be true da ya self. Dad joke.
Fixxed it.
Drank red wine.
I’m ok.
Asked advice about Megan.
I’m killing myself.

I was anxious last night.
Tired and quiet today
Gardened
Foot is drilling.
Talked to Megan.
Horror movies.
Watched ‘her’.
Its a great movie, quite smart.
I’ve been tired all day.

I am a capeable human being.
We are all mirrors. The better and happier you are the clearer the reflection of an already beautiful world.
Ruth
Megan
Aasha.
Different girls. Differing qualaties.
How much energy do i have?
Will i acidentally hurt someone?
I’m just a nice guy.
Confused. Wrong signals.
I’m free.
My feet are bleeding.
RICH: we were talking about you, tip of the tongue, speak of the devil.
Gossip all you want. I’m wonderful in person. The failing is your projection, your expectation, you’re own darkness and doubts.

I’ve made mistakes. But i want to spend time with you. Learn chat, have fun, dig it.

Broke into the shack.

had snacks.

cut up my feet on shells. Saw a full moon butt of some guy.

Joker about super powers.

wrote in the sand.

had a snack with Megan. She’s and chatty. She mentioned star signs. Libra? Weird.

She’s a brilliant chick.

Driving along. Running late for work. The car breaks down. Head gasket.

1000later. Worth it. What a day.

What’s the difference between knowing and thinking something.

We we talked about subjectivity.

and the human ability to learn.

Art, humanities, writing.

What discerenes what is good.

general mass, popularity, success, real world..

They all all just take time.

you just need a launchpad. Give yourself the best option. It’s not all genetics.

You’re a magish’

posish’

Coffee: It was disgusting – i drank it all.
I was hungry, it was cold, i didn’t want to go far…

Tone of voice.
Context.
Poetry.

Dinner MYU was great. 3 finger foods 1 main.
Chicken,
Mushrooms
Prawns
Duck curry.

Shopping, the orange game. The bag broke!
Laughter.
Driving hime there was an orange out the front of the men’s gallery.
I’m getting good at driving.

Japan organisation. Its all happening slowly. But surely.
Phone, bed, magic cards.
Reaching out.
Ruth. Sad friend. “Tomorrow”
Sure… “Tomorrow”

Time ticks.
Be rad.
Saw Kieth. Haircut day.

Tomorrow chess, hang with Bryn.
Ruth?
Work work work.

Not commy education, no.

Stressful exam day. Passed. In the past.
Par. Said.

Its easy being a comedian.
What’s your job? Get paid, foremost!
Sell shows. Right ok.
Talk to people, entertain.
How? Have fun?
Be funny. Is fun and funny the same thing?
If you went to a comedy gig, had loads of fun,
Was entertained. Right.
Would you complain if it wasn’t funny?

Ok.
So here i am talking.
Now the key is being convincing.
Be engaging.
I’m talking “delivery”.

Something simple, could be not funny.
But people laugh at dumb shit all the time.
And its better if you say if LAFF like americans,
Because that’s what you’re doing. You aren’t necessarily thinking,
You just make a noise and then pick up the pieces afterwards.

So here’s an example.
What’s the difference between hommus and a hobo.
Spelling, obviously.
And ones a paste made out of chic peas and one’s hommus.
Like what the fuck.
Are you not entertained?
Nonsense!

Ok tone. SERIOUS.
There i was, stressing over a french exam. I went for awalk with my sister to calm my nerves. She’s wize like buddah but not bald. So get that sister buddah image right in your minds eye.

We’re in this park, and in the middle there is a pond. We’re on one side, and a middle aged couple are snuggled up on a picnic mat on the otherside. Its a bit weird as we’re barely far enough away to feel comfortable until… Fwook-fwook-fwoook- splash!
A majestic duck lands out of nowhere into this pond.
It does a little loop around the middle water feature where other ducks are looking up from their chilled out duck vibe. Roost, perch or whatever.
The new duck clambers up to the water feature and is greeted by quacks of approval and recognition.’
The couple across from us are transfixxed, holding eachother in their arms lovingly, adminging nature’s beauty.
I exhale and put my arm around my sisters shoulder feeling a little more relaxed and not worrying about exams. Zen!
Then!
Back on the ducks, the late arrival SNAPS one of the other ducks necks between-its bill, mounts it, rapes the Shit out of it for a time then retires. Releasing its welcomer and victim to its new. Fate of being a happy mother duck. Now ducklings are cute… But nature is fucking ugly at times. And i get that now.
The education never stops. I ran out of time in my exam but atleast i wasn’t raped by a duck.
These walks give you perspective.
Everyone should walk.
But we should never stray.
The ugly duckling us something all together so we won’t get into that. Swams are creepy, greedy, patriarchal bastards and ducks are rapists with corkscrew penisies. So we’ll leave it there and be happy that when a gorl doesn’t text you back you can just do something else with your time. Like paint or write or be a shitty comedian, because that’s what everyone else does.
Don’t get weird about this. And try not to be too logical, or infer what i’m saying to things that matter in your own life. I’m just paintballing. Which is dangerous like spitballing but there’s less chance of maningiacockal disease and a higher chance of me getting a black eye or turning into a man made out of rainbows and pain, which is the fun loving way of being bad at warefare.

Comedy eh. Lets just talk, be manic and share experiences.
Do something that you aren’t doing at that exact point. In time. Make up a joke. Pretend. You heard or saw something. Twist reality.
Then share it. If you can. And if you can’t buy a fucking ticket and come see someone try. Because otherwise you’ll die unhappy, with too many fountain pens full of ink and a blank page where the fun should have been remembered.

Penny for your thoughts.
Are you just a one dimensional footballing child or what?
How old are you?

Monday tomorrow
Last exam
Feeling off peak.

Spent my weekend dancing.
Not well prepared.
Kissed Megan.
I’m not being the best version of myself.

Movember.
Time to raise some dosh.
I’m quite worried.
Exhausted.

Artwork, freedom, family time.
Japan, exchange, holidays.
Love, sunshine, adventures.

Dig it.