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.

This month has been an interesting month for me.
A few last hurrahs. Some really good times,
Some not so flash. Begun drinking again, had a few close shaves.
This month is a new style that will then grow into next month’s bun.
Eyebrow clipped and Hawaiian shirts. Beautiful.

I read Richard Branson’s book. “business stripped bare”.
Some of it was great, other bits drudgerous and dredgerous!
I believe RB to be an amazing man. I wish to email him, asking his views on nuclear power’s viability in the human world.

Here is a poem I rather liked from the end of that book.

IF –

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies.
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating.
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and buil ’em up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve you long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

WHI

“Hey what are you up to” – obviously this.
“Hey how are you” – good
“Hey what’s news” – nothing, just this, this and this.
“Good to see you” – thanks

That Shit Chat.

Yesterday I was starving. Just could ‘t manage to get full.
Now today, 2 hours before a dinner I feel full and sick. Great, thanks body.
Played pool with the guys, lost doubles with Tim.
Valandis goes to Greece this week. I’ll be sure to wish him and their economy all the best.

Saw Eloise after yoga, her makeup was smudged a bit, which made me think “why even wear makeup if you’re not going to do a good job”. She left a letter in my mailbox.
I tried not to make a big deal… Of anything.

It was sunny, i was in a good mood chatting shash at the cafe up the road.
Yoga was crazy, I was cramped in my legs and sweating stupid amounts.
Gross weekend to blame.

I saw Liz, but I didn’t have anything worth saying. I felt flat.
I thought to write a text, Rhys and the guys said that would be strange.
“Snob her and then write a message”
-i don’t snob people. I explained

Snobbing people isn’t real. Anyway
Communication is a two way channel that requires mutual effort.
I’m not a child, I understand this better than most.
Communication is something everyone can both excel and fail at over a very short space of time.
People misunderstand and misinterpret often. It’s the human condition, to sometimes say/do what is not meant. To want to covey something, alas it doesn’t translate a lot of the time.
If you’re tired, scattered, “elsewhere”, apologies there and then or later. say nothing.
Don’t let yourself down in seeking and giving into the nature of instant gratification through acknowledgement. -oh yeah we have a word for that- its called snobbing.
Sigh. No its not. You aren’t listening to me.
Another communication breakdown.

Your immediate reaction is what society expects of you.
Your second; closer reflects who you truly are.

Herbal sausages- teabags.
Sausages – meat
Meatbags- people.

Are people inherently good or evil?
Are you deeply optomistic or pessimistic?

Communication, means expectation.
Message, requirement.
“ASK” to ask, is to want of someone.
Communication is someone dancing through your mind.
To open the umbrella of their thoughts in your face,
Create a stage before your eyes.
Control, explore, divulge, share and distract.

Your mind isn’t always present.
You’re ordering your coffee but you’re also
Already at work 10 minutes from now. You are highly organised and making sense of todays situations. The “now” and the “later”. Enjoy your coffee,
I will see you again soon; creature of habit. Easier on the brain?

Save your venom.
Sell yourself short?
Save the emotion,

I will listen
You shall talk
The differing intelligence.

Maybe they guess,
That you’re thinking
On a higher

Level, plane, realm.
Street smart, socially,
Book smarts, emotionally.

All kinds, focussed.

Book “cool”
Language is a medly, a throw together, a patchwork,
The fine and the faulty.
The wonderful and the worn.
The verbose and the vacant stare.
Mute

In a perfect world nobody would need to speak to eachother.

Big weekend.
Pulled it all together, both nights. Had a good boogie.
Saw the gang. Felt the good times.

Had some great thoughts, but lost them.
Drank a little bit too much booze. Water today. Water water water.