Sunday, January 31, 2010

ON TRACK LIKE HOPSCOTCH ON THE THIRD.



ON THURSDAY I HAD FIFTY ONE VISITS.
THIS IS A RECORD.
EAT MY SELF LOATHING MY PRETTIES, THE REVELATION HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN, THE TRAINING TO TRAILING DECENT DESCENT.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Xanax Panic.



Gargle down stolen Passiona. Those bitter caplets are from Capulet not Montegue.
ASSASSIN DUCK NOW
They have wellingtons on, trunging through the mud.
A shot rings out and everyone drops, one mans mouth grazing a wooden box, leaving his tongue tasting the rainbow, writhign around in a puddle of dirt and rain.
The humidity didn't help. Val Kilmer's experiments continued like Hitler's and there was peace restored to our great nation.
Then they started again.
Pop pop, the sound of modern day catapults throwing dead AIDS patients into our hospitals.
NAME BRAND NEVER GENERIC.

to ask a question;
inquiry.

THERE IS A SWEAT MARK ON YOUR ASSERTED FACE, LOOK AT YOUR LOOK AND YOU DONT FOOL YOURSELF. SUCKERS NEED BODYGUARDS AND YOUR SKIN IS PROACTIV. MY EARS JUST FELL OUT BECAUSE OF A WRX MILO TIN LETTING ONE GO NEXT TO MY HOUSE.

Don't fool them more than once, that's just unsportsmanlike. EVERY CREEPY CREVICE IS FOUND. CREEP WHILST YOU SLEEP. BUT YOU CREEPS OUT THERE, YOU JUST SUCKED ALOT OF COCK TO GET REGURGITATED. WHERE WAS THE LOVE FOR THE GAME?

ITS NOT NBA JAM YOU GUYS, ITS A REAL CULTURE.
You were'nt even on the reserves when we started playing Streetball. So you know your wack, you just jerked the right right hand mans roger.

And you vultures will get your come uppance. Just wait. If Grey and Amaze can ruin with a fluro green filled fire extinguisher than imagine what could happen with a few tins of chrome.

I DIGRESS, NOT DIGEST.
The cunt couldn't eat his own dinner, even if his boyfriend made it for him. I have no respect, that's why you don't respect me.
Say that to my face and watch it fade to black, then red, then Medicare.
Marlboros.

I need a cigarette, since I haven't found my pouch, it's bumper time.
JUST LIKE LUNA PARK.

I met a decent hearted prostitute next to Luna Park. She bared her soul to me in the car park, then shot up Amphetamines.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

3.33am Friday morning.

I should think more.
Daniel, what I did in Mount Lawley was for Tom and you being a rat. You lied to my face and you should stay out of the neighbourhood. You blagged to two crew members faces. If you want, fix it up, but know I'm not going to let you do what you did get a run in my neighbourhood until you sort your head out. I love that spot and I will make sure you don't get more than a day on it.
That's a promise.
Where were you at Kristians funeral?

Fillins over hollows, thems the breaks ESHAY.
Shades of grey on your jealous green.

I want to incorporate this bin in an installation. I might just do it another morning and take a better photo.



I dumpster dive. No self control. There was just cold plate leftovers and kitchen refuse. Refused to rummage much.



No topping the woob. You don't know what it's like. Your a leper. Sheen from your forehead, blessed by fruity lex.





Wrong side of the tracks. The slice or the pin cushion, the defendant is guilty. Critical condition caused and created by creatine and ketamine fiends, looking like Mr Bean. Sip lean? That purp, purp, purp. Jervis Jarvis and the Semi Erections.





Crawling under wire, we avengers, you pretenders.
The red light siding in the hood. Stay away.



Alec Baldwin saved me from the police. It's You can't have your dope and smoke it too hey what's the matter with you?Complicated ok. I wish I had gone to bed. No I don't. I saw this.




Beautiful.



Australian outdoor living. Plastic grass. Soon we will have plastic trees. Everyone will have a flamingo on their postbox. I left a present in a portable toilet. I took your toilet paper it was double ply.

There is a white picket in the corner of my room and I don't know w
hy.

Acetone.




Duplicate poetry into a number of fake quotas and IQ's
And I accuse you of more than you'd even know about you,
and yes you suck dick successfully, I still possess the god given talent to bring the recipe,
for disaster fam, I remember back in the flats kicking it, you know how to handle fam, sink fosters since we met, gonna consider you my second family, fuck the rest of you silver spoon fed pretentious social maggots who aint worthy of a cardboard sentence.
Let alone a prison one.
You don't even own a gun.
So why you walk round like you got one?
All idea and no infection found, the next time round wipe 'em out without a sound,
senses we need, incentive for greed, freed slaves, still do our bidding for us,
and those slaves,
they have dead presidents,
in order to perpetuate our constant state of fear,
the next high level security meeting CHOGM is getting held here.

I miss you.
Still do til this day.
If you were here youd be grinning, you were there for me since my beginning.

Acetone is a substance that can burn or etch into such porous materials such as plastic signage, chairs, bus stop signs and the like. Pour it into ink. That was for us the next day, trying to sell a bottle of Acetone to our boy at Obese Records so we could get a feed and you could have a room.

Forever my brother.

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Patriot is just a movie.

I found a wireless network in the waiting room. So I decided to describe everything around me.

50 cm rats tail and gaol tattoos.
Speed addict in the corner, itching.
Mid life crisis man looking at everyone.

Giving the ol' DK's a run on the playlist again.

Old man with amazing hat and cane walks past.
I bet he has the worst disease. He's going to my doctor so I'm probably gonna be stuck here for an extra hour. I should be in there five minutes ago.






My next door neighbours house. No dogs allowed. Derek was running flat stick with a back wheel for his bike the other day. I don't think he bought it.

Withdrawing sucks. I mean, isn't insertion better?
I guess you want to withdraw, insert and repeat.
Money shot from the payola penis. Someone do something. It's Australia day tommorow.
Invasion day?
What are your thoughts on that?
Are we turning nationalist?
I have nothing to do but cause trouble for police and fux with private property. Conscription.
Anarchism vs Nationalism.
Gorbachev.
Keep fighting, it's population control. AK 47, assault rifle.
The cost of peace is eternal war.








There's something in the water. Let's get so caught up trying to one up each other with scene points and the virtual lives we have created for ourselves, they have nullified any resistance.
Futile.

Why does Australia Day mean we have to embrace our alcoholic convict stereotype?



Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Police Truck

The heat is on. In more ways than one. But I'll be right.





Draft vest and tattoo by Jimmy Hats.





Mr Bean if I do not recieve a phonecall soon I will be disappointed and the boys ain't satisified. Call me.





Too drunx to fuxx.





And now you reckon I should be introspective, I bet.






Nice house.





I have been mutated by this thing.



Sunday, January 17, 2010



Dietary supplements only supplement my income. I burped up a mango flavour, but havent eaten a mango for two months now. It might be the antacids I ate a couple of minutes ago. If you haven't noticed, it's fucking hot.


I wrote this poem the other day.
I call it The Lonely Labia.

I want to play hide and seek in your cunt
Your cunt muscle
The thing that makes me come
That cunt
That fucking cunt
That thing I came out of
That I always come in
The cunt.

Listening to The Adicts after a handful of Jack and Jills.
Ironic?

Why do people want me to go outside and do things?
Why do I have a rent inspection on Thursday and my room is shot to shit?
Why is it too hot to clean, regardless of how many fans and evaporative air conditioners I have going at once. Pari has Coca Cola at his house. I only have water and ice. The walk isn't worth it. I should just ride trains all day.
Lets chalk that up for next heatwave, if you have consetty and 3.30 we can just sit on the train back and forth in air conditioning with a carton under the seat.

Bugle playing time, be back in a nondescript or known time frame.

Headed towards the light. If DMT is naturally released prior to death, give me Mother's little helpers and staring at the sun instead.
Trying to clean my houdio for the rent inspection is difficult.
I just got gash by taking medicine,
so many broken glass shards.
Keep in a cool, dry place.

EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR NUMBER
EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR SCENE
IF YOU THINK THATS ALL I GOT LEFT
WAIT FOR THE NEXT ZINE.


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Extract from work. Go jump.




Running title
, The Night Everything Changed.

"Bowel movements are what set us apart from the childish rebaptism of the mid thirties. To delve into the cavity, the ulcer of time that just seems to permeate and rekindle, to work out that the end of society is based on your perception of the others in society is what really counts these days.

Or you could just do what I do.

But what is it that I do? I mesmerize people with feats of extreme depravity slash obnoxiousness and have a severe addiction to grapefruit juice. I remember when I was young. I can keep saying this again and again until I die. The increments will obviously increase but without holding a piece can the police keep the peace?

Probably not.

I strive to be five minutes early. The train was late because of some stickers I put up. Well, that means I was late. I got there, walked a few blocks and jumped on a train to get my medicine. The doctor was throwing sheets at me, and I was gladly helping Medicare help me.

A water bubbler outside of the chemist. The multitude of pills start going down the slippery dip, splashing up and down the sides of my esophagus without any need for attention to detail.

After City West I can feel the anxiety fade.

But when I leave my self imposed confines, I start to thieve, and when Jack and Jill rolled down the hill, the Jacks came chasing down after."

I approximate this to be chopped and changed as this is the only linear section for three pages and YES I NOW KNOW PEOPLE ONLY LIKE LINEAR FOR FUCKS SAKE WHY THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING PERVERTED FUCKS I FEEL LIKE EXTRACTING MY DNA AND SHOOTING YOU UP WITH IT SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND. CAPS LOCK CAPS LOCK CAPS LOCK.

THE TRYING LIAF I LEED.

Fucking publishers.

Monday, January 4, 2010

I'm absent without leave.

The eternal journey into my sickening life. The wealth of the world overtly protected.
Bluffing, never Wuthering, the pitfalls and Heights. Petite maids made of snow guarding the gates of Hades.

The boat has already left, and all you kids are just catching up. It's not the point you make, but the way you choose to express your point. I point a finger and three point back at me. Play your position small soldier.

Opiate dreams are reality encapsulated by warm blanket of sunshine death. More than just sunstroke and peeling skin. Orange juice isn't as good as Grapefruit juice. I put a 99c sticker on a $4.99 bottle of Harvey Fresh Grapefruit juice.
It worked.



I don't have a job. My life's work is still work. I lead the same life you lead.
Except with emo fringe benefits. Benefit was an amazing rapper. I'm going to go see if he's on hypem.com so I can listen to My Story. No results found. Balls to that.
Here are some lyrics.

Whoa.
I found it.




I used to listen to that on repeat when I was about 16.
Dirty little sacred secrets become sacrilegious when spread by surfers of social networking.
Who am I to care when I could calmly stab myself in the stomach, and then upsize my value meal. I can change your outlook with one reference to a book.
Abstract confessions?

A Nurse's Guide to Psychology?
Inside the Brotherhood?
Killing Pablo?

It's a sad vacation we are forced to take, and Alanis Morissette's jagged little pill is more bitter than serrated. Noone believes we are on the eve of destruction. We are always on the edge. That's how it works.

"We have nothing to fear, but fear itself"

Grief is a hard concept to understand. I grieve for friends, I grieve for family, I grieve for others, I grieve for myself. But grief itself is nothing like it could be. An upstairs loft, floating through the window out into the his kingdom of alleyways. Shortcuts that become long cuts in the flesh of a mango.

It takes two to mango. I used to own a shirt advertising Queensland mangoes with that slogan. I think I ruined it with ink. I came to ruin everything. God sent me.
The bullets shot from your cannon of a mouth are just words. Words may be weapons but your slurred speech is that of a sarcastic slut. Inane and loose.

Who do you want to be when you grow up?

To be sidetracked easily is heaven. The naive sip their bottled Evian water, controlled by the moon and it's waxing and waning.

Time will continue. Apparently the Bank of Queensland had a bit of a problem with their ATM's on the 1/1/10. They, for some unbeknown reason to me, "thought" it was 1/1/16.
They time traveled six years into the future for a day.

My kingdom of alleyways, jumping the gun whilst doing a servo run. The only way. It's hard but I'm coming to terms with it. The voracity of the city will never burn down my pity. I'd throw a drink in it's face as we struggled on the floor, causing quiet contusions that don't impress anybody. There was a fire raging today. The smoke was thick, black, rising above and beyond Beaufort st. The comeuppance of a community with nothing to lose.

How many fools does it take to remove a lightbulb?
A meth addict.



Addiction is only a label, the condition itself is not a problem. I remember when I was younger, sometimes everything seemed like it was on Fast Forward. Pun intended. There were moments where everything seemed to move faster than it should, my concepts of reality were completely blurred and in a constant state of hyperactivity. I'd be in one room, then suddenly another.
I found a way to stay the same, but they label me an addict. Strings attached and attracted the similes were not smiling. It's like buying a Push Pop when all you want is a Paddle Pop.

You can eat rainbows, but the window they saw me eat it through wasn't clean enough for them to see the pot of gold. You can never feel alone when Jack and Jill are rolling down the hill.

My life came tumbling after.
This lighting makes you look beautiful. Personal Support Program, the PSP I know better.
Centrelink vet, fallen down steps, not in a band or a gang, but I could bend metal faster than you can.

So here I am, sedated.
But happy.



Nazi "Propaganda" from World War Two.
The cost of peace is eternal war.