I don’t like it when you ask me questions I don’t want to answer.
I don’t want you to roll your eyes if i’m bringing love.
I’m looking at you.
I like you.
I like you a lot.
I don’t know how to express myself normally past this point.
I will walk away for lack of a better move.
I am lazy.
I won’t fight for you.
I won’t give up on you, not in my heart.
I will hope for the best.
I wish you all the best.
I don’t want to see your fucking photos.
I really couldn’t care where you’ve been.
I like the look of you.
I love your mind.
I enjoy sharing my opinions
I want to say things that make you smile.
I like that you can surprise me.
I crave your attention.

My ears are ringing.
I shared the love tonight, and got the bare minimum in return.
Wanting something more? Home alone.
What is there? What can you say?
It’s the weekend. Breakfast, family.
Night time surrenders to day, and the ugly scars of your past are exposed unless you’ve risen early and wrapped yourself in bandages. But those bindings hide you, and they are either restrictive, cutting off your circulation or are made from toilet roll. Shreds fall from your body, the exposed flesh goose-like. Pockered and torn. Ugly. You’re attempt to hide yourself has failed, you are naked in the worst possible way, mindset-frantic. Scratches appear on the surface, and grow deeper with their unveiling. Biting down on your own teeth, clenching until your gums ache and bleed. The taste of metal, melts thickly down the back of your throat and you stare. Transfixed.

You’ve let yourself down.
Alone.
What could have been.
You make me sick

Drinking the water from the hot water bottle.
You are alone, exposed and strung out.
The gallows await you, you handsome lonely young man.
The love you have shown will not be repaid you.
Die.

Having moved back home and poromising myself to spend this year on guard- last night I was tested.
A great friend from Melbourne, her on the rebound came and stayed with me. I don’t know what she expected but i’m not that guy. “Rain makes me confused” who says that?

We have no history, just friendship. I feel I place emotional value in heightened physical relations. Don’t fucking come near me, I’m a mindfield of emotions that neither of us should have to deal with. If we have sex, it will get messy.

Enjoy my company, stay at my place, take a hot water bottle to bed, don’t expect anything that wasn’t there between us already. Furthermore think, don’t pry. If I knew the answers to your questions… Great. But do not surrender your common sense, do not ask for the sake of asking or filling the void. Bring positive energy, embrace my friends, chat to them.

“What do you want from this relationship?”
“I know you don’t want to commit and you want to keep it casual, but I need to ask what’s going on after us kissing last night?”
“You’re sexy”
“We can just be casual with benefits if you want”
“I’m going home soon…”
“I’m going soon”
“Hey yeah I stuck around, but i’m probably going soon”
“Just tell me when I should go”

-Leave me alone i’m here with friends.

Moving on.
Mountain today.
Beach.
Coffee
Lights
Airport!
Dad’s home (sunburnt)

What’s the difference between a well dressed man on a bicycle and a poor man on a unicycle? A-tire.

Rob
Rod
Robin
“I think its fate, telling me i should have a threesome”

Mother Hen!

Hothermen!

Classic night out. Really great time had, met a girl called Camilla she was serious Melbourne swag.

Each drink adds a jumper. Haha!

Harold and Maude
Great movie!

Won pool,
Jogged. Ate lots.

Explained communication.
Still the model requires additional factors/revising I think.
Feedback breakdown.
Understanding.
Fully thought out chattering. (too smart for your own good; is beautiful)

The Oxford, proper and pronounced. Misunderstood less often.
Condescending tone. Well thought out though, considered.

Bought school books.

Went to LoTTPsyche. It was closed.
Fuck you Rosny.

The Tour de France is on soon.
I hope Mitch gets to see some stages.

I engaged in thinking about the senses today.
I really should come up with my 5 pinnacles.

But now i’m trying to think deeper. Which doesn’t make sense for critical thought to be properly executed.
I think i’m tired. Gotta try and sort my head out.
This winter has me pinned me as a fathead.
I need to bring myself on track.

Thought about buying business cards.
Feeling tired.

Conbeanience.

BÆCON

Had my first drink for the year.
It was great, brought the party.
Smoke van,
Limb tree
Car fires
Mad chats
Dance moves
DJ sets.
The strange
Fun loving
And bogans.

Dark MoFo,is something else.
Went home with El.
It was lovely, not sure how to play that.
Gaurding my heart.

When they ask you how well your socks breathe and you tell them to mind their own business.

Falling asleep in the library to DR Seuss.

Done with exams.
I thought for something bigger.
I expected more self worth and celebrations.

Tomorrow I presume.
Work early tomorrow,
driving, food, Preachers (dream girl singer),
then blacklist party. Should be rad.
RAD RAD RAD.

At too many pears today,
a fair bit of time spent on the toilet.
Looking forward to the months off.
I can spend some time exercising/my diet.

Hung out with wogboy.
Drank some coffee, saw sam.

I wanna watch that documentary ‘The Sugar Film’
I sat infront of the fire,
Organised my Dark MoFo,
saw Sol and Jaz.
Watched a film on Gay Junkies.
Kept El waiting, missed her.

Home now, tomorrow brings all kinds of new and beautiful things.

Excited.

I needed to be more tactical.
Recently I was studying in the library,
I looked down, noticing that the bottom button in my fly was undone.
The buttons either side of it were done up;
I tried subtley to correct the situation to no avail.
Without hesitation I undid the buttons to correct the broken link in the chain
That makes up the button up fly of my pants.
“Hmmmm tartan underpants, nice choice” i thougt to myself.

At this precise moment, me in. My booth, in the uni, alone and having just unbuttoned my pants to make adjustments a young girl stands up and walks past me. She glances,
Her eyes bulge! She statues her gaze forward.
-I see her train of thought, the pervertedness in misunderstanding.
I cringed, laughed unsuredly and waited for any hilarious repercussions.
There were none really.
But I do wonder what went through her mind.
I should be more considerate and show more tact next time.

Public Holiday.
Called TIM wished him a happy birthday.
PHISH – not afraid to write his own work.
Spelling errors and all. No technology, full expression.
Not proofed. Just done. Genius.

Watch a thing online with EL.
A guy, really good at voilin. Totally emmerssed.
Feel strange.
Wanted to punch the walls until my hands bled.
What a strange feeling to have.
Jogged.
Climbed the metal structure ovee thr road.
Snapped at mum
Studied poetry 101.
No shame.
It rained, I saw milly,
I ate alot of chashew.
Then I ate to make myself sick

I lay still for a while.
Waited until I could eat again.
Then I filled up on delicious curry.
Feel sick, the human body is amazing.
Farted alot.
Broke a rubberband.

Rode to the city, howling in the rain.
Pulled up next to the Belfry thing.
Ditched the bike, jumped a fence and stole 4 apple.
The rain came down.

Work tomorrow.
Life.
Drip, Drip Drip