Subjective truth.
Lets talk.
Isn’t it great that after much talking, a lifetime of it. You can guess other people’s words before they say them.
If they struggle with the words you can help them.
You nod.
You pull a face,
You avert your eyes.
UNDERSTAND.

You don’t want to get the wrong end of the stick…
The STICK?
The stick… is understanding.
This is a stick up.
This is a stick
The back stick.
Stick in the mud.
Stick insect.

Where has this colloquialism come from?
What does it mean?
Why did I just finish your sentence.
You stumbled with what you were saying, I filled in the blanks. I get it.
YOU DIDN’T EVEN STUMBLED. I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED YOUR SENTENCE.
Do you know what that is? That’s attention.

Ok now I play a game with you.
It’s called abduction.
You talk, you pause briefly with what you’re saying and I try to say something.
It could be coherent, cohesive, correct, corresponding, correlative.
Or it could be counterintuitive. Wrong, brash, outlandish and pig-headed.

“Hey man I found a bracelet that I like, it has all whole bunch of utility, it has a screwdriver and an Alan-key and a nail file”
“wow man that’s not great if you think about it… I mean when do you need a screwdriver outside your own home, really”
“I suppose, but now you don’t need to worry about that because you just have them, there”
“Can you take them through airport security?”
“Ofcourse their safe, and that way you have them on you when you’re on the move, and if you’re in need”
“That’s pretty handy, but could it be seen as a weapon?”
“Not really its only the head of the screwdriver”
“Ok but what about the gun”…

… What gun.

“the gun utility”.
“are we still talking about the bracelet I want?”
“Yes”
“It doesn’t have a gun”
“Yes it does”
“No it doesn’t”
“Oh ok, why do you want one? What if you need to protect yourself?”
“from what”?!

From me abducting the conversation it seems.
Thanks for the insert.
Its like predictive text fail in the context of spoken language.

The sacred and holy weekend.
I vomited.
Drank too much.
Lots of party food, wasted.
Cleaned the nextday. Spent money.
Saturday Hugh, Sam and Dec combirned 21st. Great time.

Sunday kick, beers chilling. Great time had by all.
Got study to do. Movies to watch, books to read.

Shirts vs skins.
I need to find myself a girl.
Someone to confide.

What does that mean?
It means BE RAD. Challenge the moment.
Do something new. Express.

Today I studied. Overdosed on coffee. Broke down,
Broke down barriers. Fell off the horse,
Saw syntax. The colours of the spectrum.
Lines and waves, sound.
The building blocks of sensation.
I abducted thoughts,
Nothing could interrupt edgewise.

Thoughts.
Jogging.
The track, mornings.
Travel, study, Exchange.
Difficulty understanding the lecture. Apply knowledge. Common sense. Deep thought, practice, reason.
The singularity. No safety or intelligence in numbers. The enfilade of information.
The question: DO I DESERVE THIS?
Can I be reasonable, can I approach this with an unplugged thought process. Tendrils flaring. Succinct, creative ideas.
Work, build upon. Move around. Test spaces and thoughts.
This wasn’t me so much.
Forgot my lunch. Spaced out.

Worked a bit in the library, when I prepared to up and leave, it begun raining. (a marked change).
Passe compose. BECAME.

Did some good work. Organised a smoke machine.
Got lots of sleep last night, been eating LOADS. But I feel like it’s given me the strength to have great thoughts.
I also believe if you starve yourself you’ll have great thoughts but they are inherently negative.
In a land of plenty you show off your goodness.
In a land of scarcity you show your true colours.
In each of these we witness extremes.
People are extreme.
However the most common,
The most un-extreme is when you are content and you have no drivers.
What pushes you? Are you content? Are you human?
Where is fate, where is the world? The orbit, the sun, the death, the mood, the changes.
We are in flux. You must be driver. You cannot be content. What is your muse?
What is your button? You are not a machine, but you need a change of oil.
Strip yourself back. REMOVE LAYERS. Simplify yourself, lets find your red button.
Lets find your extreme without needs, and wants. What drives you? What is your button?
People change. Is this relevant?
Are my thoughts like a tree?
Is the tree covered in vines?
Does the environment have an opinion or ulterior motive?

ULTERIOR? Anterior. Exterior. Inferior, deter. Disturb, destiny, irony. Iron, red.

Beautiful. Thankyou brain.
Thanks to the guy or girl that gave my brain a name.
and named our brain, “brain”. Their brain gave itself a name and named everyone elses.
Thought people have different languages and beliefs.
What is their train of thought regarding their brain?
Is their brain entirely in their head?
What are to CONNOTATIONS.
Do they KNOW what brain is?
Do they KNOW and KNOW? like the french know?

Time for biscuits. I should go buy some movies as well.
work tonight, gig tonight. Jog tomorrow morning.
These are the expectations emplaced upon us.
EMPLACED. Transitive.
Interesting.

So I had too much coffee earlier and I think my mind went crazy places.
That happened.

Today passed me by with the completion of my French test.
Some questions I got right. Some I got wrong.
I have no fear of failing. I’m better than than.
I have no fear of being alone.
There are many stresses upon my life. But you find your priorities as they come.
Energy.
Action.
Food.
Education.
Ideals.

When you make jokes with cereal
Wit-Bix
What’s your favourite cereal wrapped in meat?
Meat-bix.
What do you call it when the only enjoyable food you have is cereal.
Treat-bix
What do you call it when you don’t eat cereal with your hands.
Stumped?… Feet-bix
What do you call a tidy, organised breakfast.
Neat-Bix
What do you do when cereal is your DJ?
Beat-bix.
What happens when you shake hands with your cereal?
Greet-Bix
What cereal do you eat in the summer?
Heat-Bix
And in the cold of winter?
Sleet-Bix
When you’re eating cereal for dessert?
Sweet-Bix
When you’re in the Mediterranean eating cereal?
Crete-Bix.
When you write your phone number on your cereal?
Deet-Bix
When you flatten your cereal?
Sheet-Bix
When you have the baby food version of cereal?
Teat-Bix
When your cereal outruns you?
Fleet-Bix
When your cereal thinks its better than you?
Elite-Bix
When you are just sitting there, dreaming of cereal.
Seat-Bix
When the food you need isn’t infront of you?
Eat-Bix
When you take a bite out of your boyfriend thinking he’s cereal.
Pete-Bix
Your favourite poetic cereal?
Yeat-Bix.
What cereal irons your pants?
Pleat-Bix
What cereal do goats eat?
Bleat-Bix
What’s the best after-sex cereal.
Skeet-Bix
When two cereals collide they?
Meet-Bix

Drizzle and all that.
Great for study.

Need to work the french angle a little more.
When i get the time and motivation i’ll be sure to write a blog or two as best I can in the language of love.

Caught up with Sam today.
Hesitant, chill pensive chats to begin with.
Calculated, informative.

Polititions as they represent the greatest number, and try to keep them best pleased. They sometime act selfishly and reflect a spineless community (those that elected them).

“Sounds like they need a spinosaurus in their midst.
Extinction,
Brains,
Thought processes (rhizome) random, sporradic. “Ginger”
Evolution,
Dinosaurs,
Overpopulation,
Bikes,
And other things.

Then study.
I am nervous.

It was good.
Lost poker friday. Karma I suppose.
I was MR. Bank. All the dollar bills, last card, taken out Dec.
He wins on highcard. “Amazing. Terrible”.
Lindsay went out for dinner. “The corn was good”.
Rat man had crystal MD. “what the fuck was that all about”.
Zee had a really annoying bite-y puppy. “Control that thing”
Shannon went out.
Other gents come and go. “just chilled”
My sister is 21. (I am not there).

I fall asleep.
The next day I walk with Kayne and his lovely fling girlfriend to my old work.
Then I headed out to brunch with Linds, Jon, Ella and PIP (?).
“Why the fuck is this stranger joining us, i’ve spent 24 years of my life being genuine and introducing myself to people, I feel sometimes it hasn’t paid off. Furthermore some relationships haven’t endured, I challenge you stranger. INTRODUCE YOURSELF if you are worth while” – something in that, the see-saw of self worth – effort – politeness – potential – the moment.
Imagine yourself, of a normal mindset on a regular day.

I read over an email just before. My train of thought, its a joke to read back over.
Bullshit, forced, childlike, ramblings. Is that ok with me? Is that ok with you?
Is my mind constantly bubbling away over nonsense? At dinner when I had psychopathic thoughts, didn’t act upon them, avoided their existence. Supressed, not brought into existence in word form. Thoughts, words regarding actions not-done, REACTION.

The brain plug idea.
If you have a thought, share it. I dare you. Spit it out, see where it takes you. Acknowledge the thought in the moment, because you are operating on the real planar existence of socialising. Not animal, not self-aware. Constant. You are the brain. You are a freak. You are not the entire person. You are the head on a string. The string is a spine that aids you to your defying of gravity. It stands you over many other creatures. “erect”. Boggle. Google.
A BILLION. A billion changed, a billion got smaller. Why. How. We have a small billion people, six of them.

So there we were at brunch.
Pip’s getting married.
“Are you guys sharing a bank account” – there I go. BLAM. Shameless.
Raw random gold.
She tried to play along. My food was average.
Carrot, tabouleh, bean sprouts, falafel. Grim cheap shit. Meh.

Tonight I binged on food so much.
I’ve put on so much weight recently, I feel fatter in the face. What’s that all about.
I wonder if I can apply it to my brain plug model. But emotionally.
Am I lonely? I thought about getting  a puppy.
I hate dogs.
“I just think they’d be less effort that having a girlfriend”
haha “I just think” – what the fuck kind of commoner speak is that.

The David Bowie exhibition was great. Shannon and I had a good look around.
I saw Niki today. I rested my chin on the top of her head as she leaned into my chest.
I hugged her, laughed and missed the feeling. Not her as such. Just the idea.
I am at a place in my life where I am unbearable. I don’t think I am consistent  – in any aspects.
Drugs, drinking, school, work. Not enough rest. My brain burns.

Saturday was the festival.
E E E.
Thanks Carl.
I was giving head massages later. Feeling very lovely.
Dec didn’t eat, the bag of bones. Fuckbag.
Saw all the gang. Smoked cigarettes. (god dammmmmmit!)
Stayed up late, dug everyone and everything. Chatted, smiled, danced, got over it.
Crashed.

Sunday, work.
Paying for Linds, easy to justify my cameo to myself.
I had the Nicoise salad. Spelling might be cracked there.
Forgot about my quizz online. Ate watermelon, orange juice, sunshine, reading, water, snooze.

Thought about everything you intake into your body.
Does it build you? Or will it demand to eventually leave your body. “Energy” “piss” “SHIT”.
Sweat, snot, earwax, toe jam, scar tissue, skin, hair, saliva, nails… BELLYBUTTONFLUFF.

So be content, when you can.
thank you brain. Fire your bullshit.
Too much coffee production, drinking and producing. My need. My output, is high.
I am a high output kinda guy. Look inward. Focus, change your ways, while your young…

Mitch was late to meet up with his mum and brother.

I met up with Niki and Tilde.
we talked. Many things.
I had white wine and squid. It was ok.

Before people talk, “they” do something.

I should write my blog in french. That would be interesting. I might try tomorrow.
I do have a test coming up. Hahah that’s genius. Retain that.

People should stand up before they talk.
Imagine that. You’re standing up for what you believe in.
Old fashioned. People would weigh up their words more.
From sitting to standing.
the change, the measured importance.
Interesting.
I’d like to make a black and white film about it.
Would it facilitate conversation.
Kill small talk.
make people brood more?
Would they follow the rules? Be content?
I’ll have to test it to find out.
everyone is different.
Don’t fret.

Do our subconsciouses hide things from us?

What are we doing next year? “We’re at that point in our lives”.
Strange Tilde.

I desire someone.
Intimacy.
Need, for company.
Flesh on flesh.
Not sex. Just to be close.
Hold me? HOLD ME.
HOLD. Let us be.
Curled, crushed up together.
Two spoons, TWO SPOONS?
Vines. Leaves on the ground,
I will be your jacket.
wear me until I get old.
holed.
Cast me away when you’re done.
Get someone else to patch me up,
this is no longer a time where people have those qualities,
skills, practices. Indeed.
Sewn together, frayed and splayed, we’ve changed.

But now I am alone. Discarded, defended, hesitant, aware, worried, scared, existentialist,
frightened, confused, open, demanding, unhinged, mad, tragically sad, inconsistent, pensive, restricted, flippant, small minded, overbearing, hypocritical, tired, shy, opposite, deeply unattractive, horribly attracted.

What is that?

Its Monday. My head has caved.
My eyes water. Time to close these bulbs.
My bright eyes. Sick with guilt, faded, alone and gluttonous.
I am numb. Warm, malcontent.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
and the birds that you drew on the butchers paper.
They don’t come home. You burn those memories.
Changed.
We’ve all changed.
We all have needs.
We’re all very different.
Love me.

That feeling when you’re not eating what you felt like eating.
You’re an adult, your body lets you know what it feels like consuming.
You’ve worked all day, now you require sustenance.
You feel like popcorn.
But someone has cooked pork with gravy and sweet potato.
You rationalize. “But I love sweet potato, its a vegetable, its sweet AND savory”, it looks great.
Go for it. Eat.
But you hate pork. It’s gross, slimy, bad for your skin, fatty, tasteless, white, disgusting.
So you eat the pork.
Now you’ve kept everyone happy. You’ve eaten the food. But you’ve lost your way.
A popcorn story.

Imagine you have a focus.
Realize that the human body (YOUR BODY). Can only achieve “so much”.
Your maximum capacity, spurs from your genetic makeup.
Your potential growth. You are one big piece of putty.
Lets talk muscles.
I would like to say your body is ENTIRELY muscle, but i’d be wrong.
So..
again. lets talk muscles.
Your brain. A muscle. Uses a lot of energy.
The rest of your body. Vital organs, (effectively muscles[?]{right}?)
AND regular ol’ muscles.

Lets say “YOU, human” represent the simple equation
100% = Human, Energy, and Energy consumption through Muscles.
100% = 30 (brain energy consumption) 70(body energy consumption)

People have different outputs that respect their 100%.
Raising both your body and brain, may refer to you “raising the bar”.
This makes you better all-round. And allows for the acknowledgement (that you aren’t full of shit).
(This is waste) – You don’t want to waste. You want to be sustainable.
What can you do to maximize your own production and output?

Can you throw out your balance of brain/body energy consumption?
50% brain 50% body.
In that line of theory, does your brain literally grow?
If the brain is a muscle, how does it grow? Can you tear your brain, like it was a hamstring?

Would it be pliable to say imbalances occur in the physical. Which is to say, 20% brain energy consumption. 80% body.
Lets look at dinosaurs. Look at the potential growth and shrinkage on body vs brain.

I have labelled this thought process. “externalizing your brain”.
The time you spend at the gym, has potential to inversely effect your brain growth.
As muscle fibres are made out of the same thing.

-what kind of muscles are there?
-Can your brain grow to enormous sizes? Why don’t we see obese brains lain out, exhausted on the bed.
– Could you greenhouse (create the perfect condition) for human growth. In both brain and body.
What is the optimal amount of sleep?
What is the optimal amount of exercise?
-Are there other factors to consider. -ALONE TIME?
-Silence/Stimulation.
How does the body react to a huge demand from stimulation?
What are the dietary needs?
Can we create superhumans or do they represent some sort of imbalance, with something being missed from the simple BRAIN/BODY = 100% human & energy consumption: therefore muscle growth.

Word correlation.
Half-Casts.
The stolen generation.
People’s word choices are inherent to their learning. (Is learning just choosing to internalize stimuli).
If you are choosing to focus your mind, can these choices be seen as a rabbit hole for information?
Or a family tree?

If you don’t choose, what happens to your mind?
Does mental plasticity become hindered from drinking?
Do you develop an altered state. When drunk you are succinct?
What can people expect from you.

How dramatically can events impact your day.
How can a day change?
What is the most dramatic change. Really.
DRAMATIC. is an interesting word.

Ester is sick.
Work might be changing hands.
I don’t know what that will mean for me.
I’m traveling in November.
Japan trip!

Do I go on exchange.
Or do I become a teacher’s aide?
These are things i’ll look into right now.

People are the tasters and samples of society.

I met a few people tonight.
Had a pint.
Got flirted… At, by gay dudes with the same hair as me.
Talked houses.
They should be purchased with big cheques.
Oragami.
Like, sail away on a crane or in a plane.
Paper escape-er.

Met tim from the republic bar.
Talked “the philosophers” jumper. Gave away 2 free coffees. Picked up thurs/fri/saturday shift work at the pub.

Melbourne tomorrow.

Talked modernism.
Need to pack book.
Get bag.
Replace bag.
Pump wheele.
Aye!

Muchtodo!

My computer froze.
My my, what a waste.

This meagre world,
Was an emerald.
Swept with fires
And clay.
Sticks and stone-and grass
It doesn’t matter what you say.
-it doesn’t.
We’re worried how it will last.

We had this gem.
This emerald.
But we-
We wanted Diamond.
We wanted a diamond,
But in our haste we made coal.
And now we find, the fire of our labours.
Feeding upon our soul.

Will. (From the outside looking in).
This metaphore extend?
Look upon us, from outer space.
Witness our suicide- our end.

(Quick!)
Will this metamorphasis be bleak and black.
Smoke, choke
Green gone,
Logs to smog.

Will in-time we transform back?
will we ascend?
Is it the jungle’s emeralrd we’ll see?
Do we endevour wrongly?
The titanic mistakes.
Casting a blinding glimmer in our eyes.

Fore we are at sea.
Adrift and blind.
To the colours of green and black.

In our attempted control.
The jungles safely destroyed.
Peeled back. We seem to have discarded the green but the dark has resided.
Just as the night was full of terrors.
Our judgement of colour marks our errors.
The monkey laughs,
Howls at our awareness.
We slip up.
Searching for “Gold”
Our goal. The challenge of progress.
Laid down by our forefathers.
Doubtful anyone came to the false goal.
The gold was merely the skin of a banana peel.

The blinds shut out our reasoning.
Deduce that.
But we shant. Our attention.
-ELSEWHERE-
The passtime being anything,
Hiding our nature.
Our nature and nature differ in that it is our belief that we have control over the other.
Nature and nature and nature and nature.
Our nature? WHAT NATURE?
You are alone in your mind.
Alone with your understanding.
This word. BUT A WORD.
The links, the vines, whirlpools, strings attachments, hooks, lines pages binderes collection collaboration riddles and rhymes in each of our minds begins with a void; crammed!
Nature is for you, what it is for nobody else.

Your eyes use a lot of energy.

We had an emerald.
We wanted a diamond.
We made Coal.
And in our impatience,
We set ourselves alight.

“You make the bed you sleep in”.

We’re so fickle.
Some of us don’t make it.
WAIT: fickle? I meant fragile.

“We’ve just gotta. Make it.
Make it through this, survive until we can sleep.

Sleep, rest, recover.
Hangover gone.
An oil change.
Blood, rich and red.
Eyes white and coloured:
Like pearls.
Glint returned.
No rush,
Rested,
Relaxed
You don’t need to BE anywhere.
You’re stopped.
Not stopped dead, but present.

Eyes like pearls,
The bags,
Puffy deposits – underneath no more.
Circulation.
Aglow!
A ready smile.
No blush.
Not flustered.
Not rampant, lost, banal or wild.
Breathing. Conscious.
Not in need.
Not wasting.
Content.
No fake face or facade.
Genuine, real, relaxed.
Melted away are your fears:
Troubles and baggage. Melt.
You function above, at a higher level.
Predictive.
you dance.
No bad karma or acts of a chaotic universe may harm you.
Meticulous perfection embodied, kept free from harm.
Take your time
You know…
“Cool”
We’re OK

We are all OKAY.
No grief.

I feel like I could turn this into a cocktail.

Which basically just means we can add a heap of alcohol to this cold sugary drink.. And totally get away with it.
Woooo.