Walking up
Walking down
Stairs.
Learning is easy as stairs.

I wonder if more people,
die in OR out of hospital.

If I had a wish.
I’d unsmooth every rock.
Give the ocean and its waves-
something else to do.

What was that my good man?
“Bonhomie” – Friendly, well mannered, genial, Frank.

“frank?”
Not Franklin.
Frank, Frank, Frank.

No football. What now?
I feel like my body will start to break down if I don’t have a focus, a sport, a passion, a release.
I asked a friend; he suggested wheelchair basketball. Funny.

Testosterone levels are highest during the morning. Fancy that.

I wonder at a personal level how mine are, after a year of no real competitive sports.

Hours and hours and hours spent getting from one destination to another.
Camping, holiday homing, a chocolate from mum, a lesson in music from dad and
a whole lot of road passed under tread. Time for thinking, reading too.
Home to bad news which was no good. But life IS this way. It will all work out. Which is to say i’m feeling better.

“He laughed the loudest who’d have known.”

Some quotes and thoughts in form. Unabashed and strictly as they come to mind:

“A yawn is a silent scream for coffee.”

“Its time to leave. I’ll be your Adam, if you’ll be my Eve”

“Next time you go to the hospital just be careful, people die there all the time.”

In answer to your question… FACETATTS. (I wish I didn’t ask)

The Bay of Fires , what a farce. What a flop.

You went from free to not in the space of a day.

I wonder at paper, how it’s made is it sustainable?
Just to write a letter and throw it on last night’s fire.
It’s Easter. We are reborn.
Begin anew you glutton. White flesh rolling over itself. Pimpled in placed, jagged scars, rot exposing organs, a chain for an arm. So vast are you, you blot out last nights bloodmoon. Eclipse the eclipse.

You are the ragged Clouds, the white picked bones.
The rib cage of the earth.

ROY G. BIV!
That’s how you remember the colours, top to bottom of the rainbow.
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet

Put those colours on a colour-wheel and spin it. Guess what colour is created.

Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune.

Does humanity display and function under the influences of Hive Mind?
What is our goal, our endgame? Can we jump from one Earth to another just like it?
Does that make us a plague? – I don’t think so.
Alex said: “ducks move south for the winter”. I agree.
Chi said: “The smart people will just leave the cray-fisherman behind”.
Taking their embryos with them…

How far can you zoom out in your mind and witness what we are doing.

Hive Mind is one thing I’d like to learn more about.
——_–_-_-_—____—-_-_–_
With a Mad Grin
“Don’t worry, you fit in”
____-_—-_-_–_-__-____–_–

Ideas in your head are great
But not all of them make the grade
Your proposals are a state!
Look what you’ve gone and made.

Movies, Books, Paintings, Buildings.
Words! Doors!
They are flawed.

The ideas people have,
The world around us
The creations, of the creative mind.

Structures for example. The majority of people are “qualified” in that regard,
tempered by society, well read in their field. Ideas chewed over at the dinner table, or in the lounge room eating. Infrastructure, it makes sense. Most of the time. Ofcourse it has to, it has to be “safe”. So thats a good idea. Lets build it.

There are plenty of ideas out there. Plenty of designs. The ones that spring to mind are the ones that are pretty good on the whole. PENCIL – yeah that was a good one. Good idea, whoever came up with that one. Nice one. Quality design. How the fuck did you get that lead in that wood? Anyway BRILLIANT.

Bowls, spoons, yes food. Food for thought. More good. Feed the brain.
Cups! Bottles. All very nifty.

Movies. Oh dear, now we’re slipping. VHS! DVD! BLU-RAY… All fantastical ideas. That mode and medium for explaining and sharing, who could knock the way that television has enabled us to learn and share ideas without leaving the comfort of our own houses. It’s brilliant. Isn’t it? Isn’t it…?
I suppose with the huge influx of information in the modern world (I wanted to spell it welled just then)- I suppose we can pick and choose what we learn about. The info is right there. Just sit down, make a cheese toasty [another gem] and LEARN, find out other peoples’ ideas. Information stored! It’s like an interactive book. The television.

But hang on. Some of the plot lines of those movies… Which was my point that I missed making above. People came up with movie plots. People. Other people just INVENTED those images. That info! That V-for-Vendetta, Solaris (with Clooney: that bastard, of a film). What i’m saying is there are ideas, they are made into things. And most(?) are good, some at bad.

People are different. My tastes, literally are different to every single person in the world. My one experience of one thing would be experienced differently by 7billion other people in the world.
Physical taste different. Musical tastes, my ears hear differently, my brain understands differently. Inherently we are all similar, but the sound I hear – ONE SONG, and any song at any one time is different.
The emotional responses triggered!
All the innumerable avenues that your mind experience with each and every THING that you witness, and “live” at any moment is different is different.

There are more songs recorded at this moment in time than you will ever have time to listen to.
One life, too many songs. I’m so sorry. I listen to placebo over and over and over again. I know and love the lyrics; old and new. I wonder if that is time wasted.

So ideas! Some are good, some are bad and its in the eye of the beholder.
People say that anyway. Its a cliche.

Decision are made. Political decisions, because people get together and share their way of thinking.  What they’ve witnessed and experienced.
Views of the world, idealised(?) or otherwise and they share, people share and make a call.
Starting with:
“I think”
“I would like”
“I hope”
“we all”
“you have”
“they”

Last year my goal was to stop saying I hope. I wonder now if that was a good idea, it didn’t make much of a ripple in my life. Just a word choice after all. I never gave up hope, I just think the world over uses it. I would like to see people use “hope” sparingly. Hope can be your religion. Hope can have no strings attached, its communicating a prayer to someone else.
Use it when you feel it. Acknowledge when you receive it, whether its just a ripple or a great wave. Let hope wash over you. We all hope this life will amount to something.
And I’d like to think that we have a hand in our plunge forward, into life.

“Have a hand”, sounds godly doesn’t it.
Not all ideas are good was my point before. Everyone can say that, but not everyone can agree which is which.

Haha.

An ideas i’ve been working on recently:
“The Patient Overdose.”
&
“The Charity”

Save your voice for praise and nothing more.
I ate sad apples, fresh, though they’d been boiled.
Is that where these feelings and thoughts are coming from?
She’ll be apples.

Immune system you say.
What’s that?
Honestly, what are we talking about.
How come we say things we don’t understand-
why don’t we look into these things-
Curiosity: washed down the plug hole.
What do YOU visualise?
Explain to me if you can.
Riddle me your understanding.
Talk! Take me on an adventure… if you can.
Be smart, be funny, engage me.
Otherwise sit quietly.
Save your, words for, praise-

and praise alone.

Theatricality. Is a word I learnt today.

Fourth Wall? What’s that?
I don’t write for an audience.
If I did, it would be for the 5th.
Blow, the, fucking, roof, right, off.
I’d scream-
Scream my ideas to the sky for what they’re worth.
Knock down all the walls.
Use your body as my stage.
A conquest of tomorrow’s disregard.

Fighting something at the moment.
Feeling well and truly in the bin.
Been on the academic wagon lately,
Struggling to find that balance between education, sunshine and happiness.
Feeling old. To rise tomorrow at 7. Me oh my!
I’m blaming all this on the fact I used a public toilet today.
Disgusting. haha

I thought to myself as I sat and read profanities on the closed door.
“If everyone wrote in toilet cubicles, there would be no room eventually”
“Where would the original cubicle writers turn?”
There are puns to be had there, but i’ll safe it up for a later date.

I’m concerned with my motivation for university at the moment.
A business degree! What a wonderful idea, I need to be practical and more hands on.
I need to work harder and save, I need to learn by doing.

Additionally:
I must practice French for my test in 2 days.
How would you say “freaking out” in French?
I don’t know…

Lay face down and watch nature.

Don’t worry when nature takes no time to look at you.
Its what you get. You are human and the few billion people like
me, like you, are out there doing the same thing.
Not paying attention.

Immerse yourself in their world as you please though!
Lay down with the dirt and the clumps of grass.
-Be patient-
Over time you’ll see, this little echo system.
Beetles. Bugs. Squirming, scuttling creatures right past your nose.
Hold your breath, its magical.
A new world you always kind of new about-
but never investigated.
How many worlds like this exist out there?
Only one world.
Outside, experience it.
Live it.