She only eats food that starts with P.
Pizza and curry.
My broke brain thought this.

You cant always philosophise.
Thinking like that all the time is boring.
Could you ever learn everything.
Do you learn things so that you might view the world different, potentially better.
Numerous lenses.
Shared experience is life.
History is a way of learning new infomation faster.
The news is every activity that you otherwise would have missed.
The un-mundane, done to death.
Pool.
Dinner.
Sexism.
Hugs
Kisses farewells.
Nerves. Study test tomorrow.

I’ll comtribute fully later.
I want to try and remember everything i said to Ruth today.
I’m so happy.
I had some great moments this weekend. I got drunk.
Hot, beautiful, attractive. Different meanings.
Nervy about exams. I’ll try to get it together.

Everyone is existentialist.
My gaping,
Gawking joke on the world.
Possibility for suicide.
Top of the roller coaster today. Scream to the world,
In silent revelry.
Moan.
“You’re so hot”

Shopping.
Got water on the mountain.
Brain is all over the shop.
Sport.
Sunburn.

He was such a happy young man.
He ended it on a day he felt he might not top.
Don’t worry i’ll stick around to help other people attain.

Contentedness. Comfort.
Be hungry.
Torture yourself.
Drive to bigger and better things.
Jump hurdles.
Make everyone jealous.
I am envy.
Show me your lust.
Be true to yourself.
Light a fire.

You are a sweat thumb person. Climbing mountains and forgetting the cardgame rules.

“I wish you played music”

Beard is killing it.
Assignment is submitted.
Facebook stalk level 50%.

Placebo is back as the band of choice.
Spent last night with Rhys and Gen.
They were both, agitated to quietness.
I wasn’t prepared to be their continuous stimulation.
But I tired. Had 3 beers. Got chattery.

Rhys mentioned my mum. That was interesting.
My reaction.
Topic change, reflect, inflect.
Ask similar of someone else.
Gen. Parents are smart.
Everyone has their secrets.
All people are allowed their one fault.
Nobody is perfect.
Or are they?

Phone did a strange thing today.
5dollars credit in an odd direction.
Gotta brush my teeth and go for a jog.

Texted Eden.
Need to tell my work that i’m going to Japan.
So out of whack, can’t remember names.
Itchy scratchy.
Want to do things.
Beard, doing work.
Great work.
Like when you have the “taken” look about you,
Drives the girls wild.

What is it Gen. Do girls “really go for it”, sometimes.
Talking about embracing the demon, the animal, the disgusting instinct.
Eat until you’re sick.
Do women do that. Starve themselves?
Is that just a western piece of bullshit?
Are different people, less or more self aware?

I think therefore I am.
Is that the best logic we’ve got after all this time?
I need to jog. It a good rhythm then rest.
Health. Sleep.
Feet up. Relax.

Doing work. Tonight, walk, chat, be motivated.
Hopefully I avoid catastrophe and mistake, avoid drunken-ness, awkwardness, shame, ambiguity, murder, shyness, lies and oversharing the truth. Let me just dig it. Let there be cake.
Lets eat brioche. However we choose to quote it.
The French revolution.
Revel children.
Reveal yourselves,
feel yourselves.
Smile, banter, dig it, groove.
you’re never too old to dance.
If not infront of you, let me dance in your mind.

Shoes off at the door.
Put your bag down.
Peppermint?

What’s the most preferrable colour of toilet seat for you?

Why does this young lady have so much energy? I think she’s cool. But I don’t have anything to say, we’re in the boring class. How funny and interesting can you be. Bad situation. Tough times. Its Tasmania. I’ll be seeing you. Ha.

Beach today. Could be a thing.
Assignment needs doing.

Many things need doing.
But I’m feeling pretty gathered, considering.
It will all be ok.
I am a capable human being.
-Where is my wallet-

Fracking assignment.
No big “hey, this is happening soon”
Just a little red dot on a calendar.
Reminder.
More like panic button.
Action stations,
Firefighting clean-up crews.
Put in a good stint now. Shouldn’t be an issue.
Just a challenge. Bring it on.
Such a good headspace.

Sam, what is that sigh you do?
Sam, what is that?!
Like a horse sound.
Dishevelled.
Dissapointed.
Let down.
Let the air out.
Stoic?

I could make that sound right now.

The proverbial jam has been taken out of my doghnut.

I’m unsure what i said yesterday. Did I blog?
“I am a capable human being” – i must have.
Humanity is a virus.
What’s our endgame?
Adapt, survive, continue the race.
Reproduce.
Earth’s cancer? A self aware organism.
What is real? GRAVITY. What else?
Time relative to GRAVITY.
Off world.

ONE PUNCH MAN – anime, check it out.

Sto mach, empty to full. That feeling.
Content? No, undergoing change. Never content.
I am human.
Are you? I think therefore I am.
The tree that reaches the high heavens must have its roots;
The fruit beared the knowledge its nutrients came from the depths of hell.

Doctors, though gig. Well paid. A strange class of person, a community hated by death. See him sitting patiently, loating their work, his crinkled black robe.

And so, I sigh.

Our endgame, increase the happiness of the average.
For there are only a few special people.

Ate too much.
How many times do I say that.

Modernism: Stream of consciousness.
Post Modernism: The soda steam of consciousness.

Why do I blabber, not enough thought, too fast, nobody can keep up.
Not even myself. Broken conversations.
Why are you crying?
I can’t know it all.
And it drives me crazy. Want company.
Need to be alone.

The postmodern ideal >

Colour, money, work, “weekends”, time spent, energy, creation, WORTH.
Worthwhile? Quizzes, the function, practicality.
I suggest to you the abominable waste of food fuelling your body.
The stress, the lies, the failure.

“In Australia you’re a doctor after 5 fucking years, it’s bullshit”. The french, strike again.

The runt of the litter has its place in evolution, in that it may be the weakest born, which is to say that its function was sustenance. A historic example of tribal cannibalism.

Your traces.
Left everywhere
Thats a shock, when they stop happening.

I butchered that.
My feelings to language

Straight out of me.
Waste.
Straight to what, not why.

Trees. Blow their wind.

Sunglasses on, fingerprinted.

Our footprints should be fire.

Could throwing away money possibly be littering?

Are we building buildings?

Walk past all that –
– Legs like scythes.
BURN.

Now, lets rest.
Save the planet?
Turn the lights!
On or off?
Sex with the lights on?
Not when you’re 40.
So, so many reasons.

Buy me a fab apron.

Why not?

Some people just don’t like doing some things.
Ruthless, bland, vague killer statement.
FOCUS..

My mind and thoughts.
Dilapidation!
The building blocks, the premiss.  my premises.  missed and messed

Energy of the room,
Scattered.
Some things old, are good, great best.

Energy of the room,
Mishearing,
How atoms move in the room.
The disturbance, the jarring feeling.
Everyone just left.
Atleast for a time you “had” everyone.

Christine Walton
-Alex Chatelain.
Vogue -1971

HIS EYES.
Inspired perhaps?
Certainly inspiring.
Different. Represents.
WHAT?!
See you
I SEE.
you.
You see the world
The mirror shows us; you and you see you to us.
Us, We.
You are you.
You see us.
Call us we.
You mean you.
Not us or we.
expect us to follow you!
You are a performer.
Perform, dance-
-for us and we.
You are you and us not we, but a performer.

Avant-garde?

JIM JAMES CD.

Popcorn taste.
what else tastes like it?
Why did my banana today taste like pineapple?

Get popcorn:

Implicit skills?
Baseline/abilities/traits.
Your focus?
Things you train.
Your CAPACITY
Greenhouse version of humans
Matrix version of skills.
Brain vs Brawn.
100% person = 30% brain 70%body.
Elitist.
ELITISM.

Words written by you are great.
You need a reference point.
GREAT, thanks prior self.
Where am I.
what does this say.
How can I determine my own meaning.
Translating hieroglyphs. Where do you even begin.
Meaning skewed.
meaning, understanding changes over time for the author/artist/creator.
Has gods creation of humanity brought him a new understanding?
Have the rules of the universe changed and adapted?
What is our understanding of the universe? Of time?

Confused, some-times, completely lost.

HOOTS!
-That should be my new word.
Not the word “WRECKED” like those idiot jocks, repetitive reiterations. I get it.
I want to say “hoot”.

Adele T. The psychic, tele ad.
Unrealistic Conversational Hesitation.
Scripted.

Burn toast. If you have to.
The smell is wonderful the outcome is carcinogenic.
But isn’t everything? The labels on the U.S.A’s food seems to warn so.
PLACEBO – “Its a race, a race for us to die”…

Can you be FAT and own a dog?
Take the dog for a walk.

GOD. SHIT.
this god.
Two common brain-type-switches of mine. Kills.

Exclamation:
“Skinny on the outside, fat on the inside”
“fat on the outer, fat on the inner” – those are the times.

Don’t drink. You lose.
You fall behind on all the small activities and tasks you need to achieve.
Your motivation.
Your late nights.
The panorama of your world.
The octopus of your body.
Impossible. Clone yourself.
Collected.
One Direction. WHICH IS WHAT?!
Learn,,,,, focus.
No sleep, stress your brain. Part time thing.
Fluctuate. How you look outwardly.
Your inner self. Will he or she shine through.
You have to do these things for yourself.
Don’t take drugs. Or do. If they work.
Don’t EVER let yourself slip into contentedness.
The filthy feeling.
After sucking the juices from fingers.
Chicken’s gone. The turnmoil and disgust begin to rise.
The negative effect of energy.
The mindset of the cooped up chicken?
*yes girl, hunch shouldered, depart. LEAVE THE ROOM.
We’re talking about family. Where are you going?
Did you return?

I find myself, forgetting recently completed activities.
How do I reassure myself?
Did I lock the door?
Turn off the stove?
Did I shower?
I haven’t eaten!
“I AM A CAPABLE HUMAN BEING”.
Once a day. Reassured.
Is my bike locked?
Where is my helmet?
Do I have more energy than other people?
Is my complete output bullshit.
What do you want to do?
Write childrens books.
Morals. What are they?
Ethics? Not in the western world.
Our education didn’t include that.
How can I learn about anything?

IMMERSE YOURSELF.

Who is that guy?
Patrick. Fish. Phish. Patrick Hall.
Did artwork with books.
Read into it.
Plus.
Furniture. Don’t be afraid people. Don’t spend.
Adventure, find, creative, create. Build. Get the wood.
Just hammer and nails. SCREW IT.

“what’s the face?
Why is that the common expression on someone’s face recently out of the bathroom”.
– Dare you to invent a story.
No. Don’t share it. Nobody likes where your mind has gone. WE are afraid of you and your thoughts.
Why take us on this adventure?
Shared adventure for comedies sake. Let there be no fear. Everyone share.
Sometimes there are brilliant moments.
Never mind the blabber.  The insight of saying one thing and comparing it to another.
It can be done and what it reflects if how you’ve lived.
You are alive after all, just share. See what bubbles to the surface.
Jargon, nonsense, idols, trinket ideas, underlaying points of view, angels, demons and debate outstanding.
THE INSIGHT. go for it.

Olives.
Theproccess..

No wait PHISH. He doesn’t spell check? Imagine the freddsom of just follongiwn on from what you have written. WHat is that?
Close enouhgt jsuust writer as you make mistakesas try to type as quiocly as you can and just dont dcrooes correct what you meant to say if it was important that youtherTHEN you wouldn’t have made the mistake. Some errors surely occur as your mins mind wanders, forgets. Typing is so postmodern. Maybe you’re just not a very good typer.
Its been a while i’ll admit. Hahah I mean I quit warcraft, the community of people sitting around slaying dragons, all plugged in completeing quests, diligently having fun, getting items. Its like a reflection of the ludicrous world we live in.
Pointless? Really. FUCK YOURSELF.
Obviously I miss it.
But I’d also love to get really fit. And maybe life happily into my 50+’s.

Olives!
They get black through artificial means?
What;s the percentage.
Picked before their time.

If monkeys were round people’s arms?
Interpretation -What would they grab while we went about our business?
People compared to monkeys. What do they grab at that we don’t.
That cliche moment where hands touch.
Calamari vs Squid. Tell me more.

Ask a question.
Or say nothing.
Be aware.
BUT PARA-LANGUAGE = POSITIVE.
Give positive signs.
Don’t be closed or shy. Be blank.
Revert to saying nothing until something worth saying arrives to your mind.
OR in a talkative state,
ask questions. Double fire, triple fire questions.
Bang Bang Bang…
“you said 4 shots”.
Bangggg….
Ask until you have something funny to say.
Dig it, for hoots.

Thanks. Thankyou. THANK YOU.
What are they.
Anyway moving on.
“I do appreciate this insightful point”
+Picture This Shit+
Ordinary mind on an ordinary day.

GENIUS. Altered states. The change, constant.
The fluctuating human spirit.
The constant multiplied personalities.
I haven’t eaten.
I had a late night.
I tossed and turned.
I’m thirsty.
My Dad died.
We rarely align.

Can we only have fun with these strangers when we don’t know them and don’t want to know?
Or is it that we can have fun once the mutual mood has been established.
How long does it take for the tendrils of our mind attach, link and dance.
Fun. *Find my tone*

I may have addressed this.
DOUBT DD in address throws me.

Are people seeking instant gratification because of social needs. Aspects to higher standards.
-Today’s thought on this: Could our connectivity detract from our ability to create and be happy with ourselves?
My room. Its mine. My happy place. But I want a desk. I could make one… but I don’t have the time.

I just ate too many peanuts. PEA-NUTS. A A A. The A throws me, my english tells me its wrong.
Never wrote it when I was young I suppose.
Anyway, content in one way (not hungry, ate a lot) ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT.
Make it a word. Or take me back and teach me. ALOT. I NEED A LOT OF PRACTICE.
What is a lot?
A… LOT, is a place. A space. A lot is lots. Lots is a lot. A lot. Allotted. ALL. It should be all lot.
allot. IT SHOULD BE ALLOT.
Ate too many peanuts, I am not content.

Anyway, my obligations and organisation to see other people takes away from my alone time, and my creation and learning. How about we join up and build something? Create something. Have a good time. Have fun.

Oh my… How did I forget this?
“I SIT THERE WITH A SMILE”
I’ll look up this quote now.
The god that is google, “doing work”
No reference that grabs me, is so direct and appliable. Too many follow on.
I sit there with a smile on my face because… etc etc.
*centrelink
Guy, looked like he was an Ice Addict.
Talked and talked. Stimulated mind. Active. Intense.
Don’t touch my fucking bike.

I put a bell on my bike today. Fear me, I am man. I am never content, I am capable.

Car…
Car.
Yeah my thought is gone.
But this pen. I should have written it down.
Its a thick pen.
You can’t read what I write. Its all wavy.
And relish. And linked. Cursive.
Japanese, like art. But writing.
Writing. Is it Chinese originally?
Its an art form, with relish.
And swishy bits. Linked. And so much meaning.
Words and symbols and… The sand.
In a sand pit.
Car…
Calligraphy.
Yes that’s the world I couldn’t remember thankyou mind.

Subjective truth.
Subjectivity.
In the eyes of the beholder.
A beholder.
A monster.
Understanding vs truth vs belief vs representation.

I’m not much of a shirt starer” but that’s great.
ESPRESSO PETRONUM.
I thought i’d heard them all.
People’s minds are different.
Experience grows and shrinks certain parts of the mind.

Is it possible to spend your entire life studying and learn every truth?
There is a list of things that are perfect sciences.
Defined, agreed upon. Calculateble. 1+1=2.
Ideas.
Perfection.
Whole numbers
Enlightenment.

Do we reject this strand of thought in postmodernism?
Do we exist? Can we ask this question with our organised human bias?
Or mothers and fathers, friends, associates… People.
Other people raised us.
Our ideas start.
Our view.
View of the world.
How we view the world,
Approach the world, and how the world sees us.
Sees us and our approach.
These differ.
Each person. Sees us different.
Agrees, disagrees, isn’t fussed.
Politely, if you please; tell me if you need to know every truth to further develope truths.
Use logic.
Can you apply your broad understanding to control and bring order to the chaos? Do you know, or do you believe? Are you a savant? Do you live certain truths?
Do you feel world or think the world.
Do you cry?
Or do you laugh.
Relax your eyes. Let your brain go wild.
See the world in blocks.
Basic didactic chaotic pixel planar fragmented and confused.
Not quite black and white. Some parts glossed over, other parts glossy.
Take off your shoes. Relax in the hammock.
Be content, but when the time comes for you to leave one place for another, make it a hunger for knowledge that drives you.
Fuel yourself as best you can.
Energise yourself with passtimes.
But seek truths.
Relax

Its either one… or the other.
What is that mentality?
1
OR
2.

Black and white.
Yin & Yang.
Hot & Cold.

There is a spectrum in all things.

What about dice?
Gambling.
What is that? Luck? Butterfly effects.
The cycle.
The revolution.
The idea,
Change,
Repetition.
The inability to produce something unique.
Has it all been done?

It either has or it hasn’t.
What hasn’t been done.
Everything.
Everything in this moment is new.
Constantly new.
Driving.
Forward.
Progressive.
Wasted thought on history.
Memory.
Important.
Up to a level.
Hindsight?
Shock
Alarm.
Confusion
Burn the books.
Hide your face from the truth, block your ears from the past.
Roll the six sided dice.
You’ve got a 50/50 chance of rolling what you want.
You either do… Or you don’t.
That is luck.
Everything else is prejudice.
Education, history.
Past.
Get passed it.
Pioneer.