Well that was a regretful watch.

My family collects couches.

These people are in a rut.

I am drab.

Might I seek inspiration.

Work, Uni, Work.

Driving practice.

It all seems so difficult.

STAND TALL:

Thoughts, Feelings, Actions.

Change.

I, Cracked.
Rocking myself
Lurid thoughts

Tears in headlights
Sick with Grief
I, altogether wretched.

Shred by shred.
Seeking, wishing, away
Relief elsewhere but-
here. Hot faced.

Jaws locked, clenching
like a child
Teething; for people.
People I know.
and don’t. Can’t,
and won’t communicate.
A chill, exterior.

To my fiery
Outcry
For no one in particular but me and my.
Faith in us, man. Hangs itself on;
my long, bounded and knotted list of questions.
Why All This?

I, tears cry.
Feeling rank afterward
Time hath past
Since, I was last undamned
Damn them, dam mine eyes.
In hell, let them boil.
Leaving nought but the dark,
Black Pitts. That in my heart
I have, and will again.
Barren.
Now dry, sickly.
Sticky, crusted aftermath
of my distress,
and in-consolation I pity,
“Never again”
This is the cruel mind’s jest.
Play me an’er tune.

Reminder of old times.
Huh, I could do much better.
Weird. Do you really settle down? Or just settle, for a downer.
Are people that different?
“We’re so alike”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re jealous”
I am a jealous person, but at this point in time… no you’re wrong.
I guess you gotta make aleviences. Which isn’t a word.
I need to work that out.

Tonight I got to treat myself.
I don’t know why,
I really can’t wrap my head around why I deserved a treat.
I need to get overseas.
I need to become a better barista.
I need bar practice,
Coffee practice, next wave skills.
A group.
Money.
Adventure.

Touch your nose.
I’m thinking of a number, either 2 or 1.
Guess.
(…) Nope
“you’re lying”
Nope.
3 claps.
Clasp 1 of your 5 fingers.
If the person guesses correct they get a point.
These are the skeleton outlines of the new game I have invented; that is superior to scissors paper rock.
You’re welcome.
My sister and I are spur of the moment game-smiths.
And it is here that we excel.

Method of operation.
Cut your teeth on that.

Tears.
Communication.
“Faith in Humanity Restored”. – where is that from?

I feel like i’m floundering. I’m in my 20’s.
I need knowledge.

I just want to be a bard.
Sing, dance!
Eat, Drink and be Merry.
Pensive.
Scholarly.
Wise and: a Help.

I grow weary,
I grow fat, tiresome
Repulsive.
Stagnant, stale and unmotivated.
A jaundice, clone.
Scared, content and filled with air.

BAH!

That’s my lot in life.
LOT
LOTS
A LOT. Full plate,
Bitten off more than I can chew.
My life span.
Spanning more than your eyes can see.
Even if your eyes are too big for your head.
My history, my past, current and future.
What I say now,
At that instant is because of my past.
This culmination.
My body is living proof.
The human body is a memory,
Living.
Moving, Breathing.
Is it difficult? How fares your memory?
Each muscle worked,
Each scar,
The condition of your vital organs.
Do you smoke?
Did you take drugs?
Spend time in the sun.

Who did you spend your time with?
Who did you share your memory with.
WHO!

In your youth did you work hard?
To what did you spend your earning?
Were you intelligent?
Did you plan your future?
Is our singular goal comfort?
Can we be comfortable without the feeling of UN-comfort?
Where are the people most important in your life?
Is your future in sync with the future of others?

Spoken words are echoed thoughts.
I feel I have the skill to break this idea.
I can tirade. Thoughtless, not noiseless.

The bard,
The Fool
The jester,
The joker,

Peg everyone.
Earthly, mortal.
Laughter.
Mouth open.

Sick.
Weak
Skipping, fun.
Drained.

I am a drain,
Weak and vain
Mush is my brain
I rest my plain
My day a stain
With little to gain
Eat, rest, again
A life insane
The winding lane.
Future’s quiz remain.
Poignant I am slain.

Study, plans, I fright.

Mundane MONDAY.

Work, -grumpy boss
Crazy shit coffee chat.
Shit yoga session.
Skip
Jog
Yoghurt.
Movie: Twelfth Night (brilliant)
Homework
Met up with the lads.
Dinner.

Weekend away in Melbourne.
Hung out with Nmones and Trav and Sarah and some other people for T-rag’s birthday.
Booze, bad food and all the rest.

I left early in the morning. Dec and I put on a Revs clinic on the Thursday. Played cards against humanity with some shit nerds with no sense of humour. Won a lot of pool.
Gonna hit up Perth later in the year.

Gotta get myself back down to earth.
Massage,
Save money,
Pay Trav.
Study hard – get ahead.
Work.
Lots of sleep.
Doesn’t look like a hard list.

Hey did you fly here from the states just for the coffee?

No Canada. You should always say Canada so you don’t offend anyone.

Wow, what else did you talk about on your big bus tour of the world. Your opening cliche is setting me up for a stellar day with the creativity of human contact rounding off at a healthy naught point zero.

Enjoy your soy latte. Said nobody ever.

Melbourne tonight, turn up the amp.