So much to do!
Life is short and today’s achievements barely recognised on the grande scale.
What’s the point, strike me down.

But no! A jog, a belly full of food, chit-chat with a friend and a black coffee the world can sometimes just roll over. And it has done just that. Today was my oyster, and though I may not have enjoyed all this in my younger years: -like oysters- my acquired tastes were in for a treat.

I’ve listed all that is required of me over the next few weeks. French study is prominent over the next few days that’s for sure.

Guess i’ll get back to it. No great ideas, no poetry. JUST mundane catchups with friends etc.
I do worry that I drink too much fizzy drink. Sugar, Sugar, Sugar. (no booze at a pup is tough)

This I will need to address in the coming months. Alcohol is bad, more than a pint of fizzy is bad. I’ll check it out and get back to you.

I’d like to give blood sometime soon. That would be nice. Maybe on my days off if i’m not too busy studying. Then i’ll get a blood test, make sure i’m all good in the hood.

Here’s some Yeats. Comin’ up.

I watched Game of Thrones tonight, just 1 episode.
But television is bland, so we’re all on the same level there.

Paudeen
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
Of our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind
Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light;
Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind
A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I though
That on the lonely height where all are in God’s eye,
There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,
A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry.

Been the Melbourne and back!
Flight out, flying with Virgin. Sprite and a pack of nuts. What a dream.
6.20 flight means the sunset was off starboard. It was a glorious glow.
Full sky rainbow. Red on the horizon, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
I ate dutch licorice and just soaked it in.

Landed in Melbs, played table tennis, talked some shash and went clubbing.
REVS to the death, the lights came on dancing continued, girls girls girls.
We went to the park with a small crew. One girl in particular Lilly(?) was awesome.
Then we hit the cafe, had some free coffee and sat back, digging life.
My sister and I were in town at the same time so she dropped by. I was 100% somehow,
functioning on another level to everyone else.
Tim Calabria jokes, star jumps.

The guy in the Red Hilux experience [nearly kills me reversing onto the kerb, leans out his window and says]: “where the pussy at”.
He got me good.

Laughter all round.

Then to the beach! I ate a cucumber and an apple and a gross banana.
Had a virgin mary from galleon – St Kilda beach, doing good.
Saw Jon, got some more free coffee (I’m royalty haha)
Then walked to Brunswick. Kaito catch up [he’s doing really well]
And finally Masters for a small pool tourney. Which I won. *so cooked, got a lift home to bed, via a burger and some chips. Collapsed.

Party last night. Made a friend or 2, chatted some shit, boogied. Raised the eyebrow at Tim Parrot. He can get nothing from me from this point on. If you aren’t even going to try, you can fuck yourself. Cool dudes break bottles, as he did.

Sleep in Sunday. And here we are.
Study Study.

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.