this is not a poem either is it a story.

i danced on the edge of the light,

the light that was screaming off the towns late night

i chocked on late night Turkish pizza as he told me of magic tricks and power

we walked along the train track with a ice cream. all sorts of delicious mixed in a clump

my ears still ringing with honky tonk and blues songs

pick a sour snake out of my clump, while discussing how better everything is going to become

barely fitting in a back room cramped up with music boxes, and guitars. boxes of war movies and amplifiers

we squish ourself in as the old heater rattles and sparks up with orange

everytime your not looking i steal a bit of chocolate

where you thought i wouldn't find it

your eyes light up as you puff on your pipe

so many amazing idea's

smoked the room out

your whole life has been about struggle and entertainment

never grown up. to never let go of your dreams

but to be awoken occasional by mornings sober and leaving your back room into the sun

i can see so much disappointment bitterness towards things that have become

your alone

i look at all the boxes full of running writing, ideas and thoughts from the past

that will in the notebook last

creating magic to heal the past

And i just want to stay in that room with you forever and ever so your not alone ever again.

your the closest to me, il ever feel.

I. dont love you

In the right light, study becomes insight

But the system that dissed us

Teaches us to read and right

So called facts are fraud

They want us to allege and pledge

And bow down to their God

Lost the culture, the culture lost

Spun our minds and through time

Ignorance has taken over

pieces of what?!

swoooning over him

I dont want to be weak to admit it. but im so very alone. I want dad to drive from newcastle and rock up on my door step with a bottle of juice and a basket of our favourite cheese assorted mix (with all the delicious bits of dried out fruit inside them)

everyday everyday i have the blues, i'm going to pack my suitcase and move on down the road, because nobody is worrying nobody is caring. every day, every day- elmore james. quite timid, quite fragile. Its like suddenly every little touch or word is indenting inside. But i'm very ok. i think. Theres so many things going on inside my head, going on around me. But if i was to even begin to try and explain them through text or this blog I have. I'd sound somewhat like i'm whining and that i need help. and loose possibly most of my sanity sounding like everyone else. i think.. i just know im not happy.

I painted today. my eyes so grabbed on greens and browns and pales.

Throw that bob Marley wanna-be mother fucker out here. ✝

newdress.

deprived of sunlight

Lipan conjuring

My Jaw hurts from chewing gum all day, which has turned into a headache. to feel the sun and bathe in a blow up swimming pool again. so many ideas brewing in my head, the motivation to act on them is kind of somewhat dead? Everything will be cool when i get my couch, and not chill on the lounge room floor till i ache. and im assignment free? the motivation will just automatically appear? yeah sure Quit it. Alas i have broken some heavy chains that were wearing me down.. i feel that freshness of a rainy day . I just dont want to have to go into that sticky locked situation before i can even taste what its like to breathe without heavy again' What flavour do they come in? Vanilla, Chocolate, cheesecake, apple ? I said ..yea neither thankyou.

"In the last hard drive, in the satellites that kick and spin they keep the old footage so everything can live again"

Do watch.

Radiohead.

Selected favourite few.

Tame impala soon. I have to much to say which has turned into too little thanks to alot of overthinking... so here's some sort of flash of what dreams have some what been like lately.

Spend my days with a woman unkind

Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine Made up my mind,

MAKE A NEW START GOIN' TO CALIFORNIA WITH AN ACHIN' IN MY HEART

Someone told me there's a girl out there

With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

Took my chances on a BIG JET-PLANE Never let 'em tell ya that they're aw-ooh-all the same Hoh,THE SEA WAS RED AD THE SKY WAS GREY

I wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today-hee Mountains and the canyons start to tremble and shake The CHILDREN OF THE SUN begin to awake

now

Watch out.

When I first met Candy, those were like the days of "juice" when everything was bountiful.

intellectual dissection. currently reading 'Candy' (thanks to Patrick ;) so more explicit then the movie. Once upon a time, there was a Candy and Dan Things were very hot that year... All the wax was melting on the trees... He would climb balconies, climb everywhere. Do anything for her... Oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds. The tiniest birds adorned her hair... Everything was golden... One night the bed caught fire... He was handsome, and a very good criminal... We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars... It was the afternoon of extravagant delight... Danny, the Daredevil... Candy went missing... The day's last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks..."I wanna try it your way this time!" You came into my life really fast, and I liked it. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart... I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.