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

Strange old day today.
Woke up after a great night’s sleep.
Got ready to study,
Left the house.

Popped by the market on my way to study,
Bumped into friends.
Got a phone call,
Made plans for later with both caller and physical friends.
Bumped into acquaintences.
Further introduction.
Met up with friends pre-call.
Bought some women’s clothes.
Had fancy tea,
Thought critically towards my ideology of toilet logic.

Got quiet.
Felt angry.
Developed an anxious undertone.
“Moody”

Went home,
Burnt my mouth on soup,
Listened to Jodi Mitchell or someone with mum.
Played some cards,
Theorised over some poetry.

Burnt my mouth on corn.
Made a curry, burnt my mouth on curry.
Wrote down my ideas about Toilet Etiquette.

Eloise got me a ticket to a gig I really wanted to see.
She says I have to write an article for her, so sweet.
Went for a blitz around south hobart.
Ate some apples, looked at the bright lights.

ETTIQUETTE: Which ‘T’ is incorrect; the first, the second, the third of the fourth?

Tried a new fruit today. It was “floury”.
Also thought deeply about how people are ashamed of things.
Like spelling. Like speaking.
Practice, and don’t be ashamed.

Passed you by,
Those passing colours,
Mindset of why
Everything just blurs.

Head down,
A cough,
And frown
Sounds soft

Brains caged,
Wound uptight
Everyone’s aged
Foresight’s sigh.

The stressor
The reward,
Life’s short.
Cliche’s applaud.

(I wanted to delete below)
Painless death,
Death by sword.
Lessen my bored-OM.
Take a yoga class.

OM free me.
Take a bath
Relax in tee-tree.
By the hearth.

(blah, short attention span)

Ate alot of apples.
I worry that in my hear my thoughts can sometimes be grim.
Gotta surround myself with positive people,
Chill night in tonight.
I ate alot of apples.
She’ll be apples.

SHE.
Her.
Invite her round, see her.
Life’s too short.

Making plans, drinking tea. Relaxing.
My cousin is looking well, we went for a jog today.
I’m excited for MOFO.

Readin and relaxing at the moment.
I want to be passionate about poetry.

I will learn now.

Ta