Friday, April 15, 2005

Bright Blue Eyes Very Dirty Blonde-Ish Just Turned 30 Mad As A Cut Snake Great Smile

Pooh-Kak A’rea, be my baby. Pooh-Kak A’rea, I don’t mean may be. Pooh-Kak A’rea, be, ee, ee, my baby now, my baby now. My baby no, oo, oo, ow, Aloysius sang as he wandered through the garden, green sock, yellow sock, red shoe, blue shoe.

Aloysius caught a green tree-frog, down in the ferny end of the garden. He said it hopped right up to him and jumped into his basket. He croaked and Aloysius croaked, and the frog croaked and Aloysius croaked. And Aloysius sang his frog song. 

Croak, croak, croak, croak, says my lovely frog. Croak, croak, croak, croak, says my lovely frog. Jump, jump, jump, jump goes my lovely frog. Jump, jump, jump, jump, goes my lovely frog. Jump, jump, jump, jump, right out of the bog. Jump, jump, jump, jump, my eyes are all agog. 

A lovely day was had by all.


Miss.

How are ya?

xT



I'm good. Friday, Yay! Lovely. He, he, he.

Christian



How about, for me, a midget circus worker with a great smile, names Darren?

Tom



Have you met him already?

christian



at 80 last night...

bright blue eyes

very dirty blonde-ish

just turned 30

mad as a cut snake

great smile

poor

Tom



Mark came into work, as we had to sign more papers to do with the purchase of the house. He got to meet Beck and she got to meet him. My boyfriend of sixteen years. Mark and I had lunch together at Bluestones and signed the papers. (I didn’t point out gorgeous George who was sitting a few seats along. Don’t know why, probably deeply entrenched homophobia) It was nice having lunch with Mark.

I spoke to Aby. She seems tweaked out on stuff, which is debilitating her, stopping her from moving forward. She says that underneath it all she feels scared because she so often sees life as pointless. (Of course, I’m a bad one on this topic. Life is pointless, I never know why people get hung up on this point? If you look at nature, remembering that is what we are a part of, the only point to life is reproducing the species. That’s it. That is the point. Anything else is just human ego) She says it all started on the night of her big screening. Afterwards there was a point where she felt sick and was knocked off kilter. It hasn’t really left her.

The world seems like a nasty big inhospitable monster, some days. On the bad days. Let’s hope we have less of them. On the good days, it seems like an endless adventure in which to participate. We should remember the good days, and not the bad ones. But, human nature being what human nature is, we are addicted to the drama. We need to be less drama queen and more idealistic adventurer. Do you like that?

I’m on the mindless treadmill, it’s just a waste of my time, something great is being lost every day, but at least I know that. I think it is criminally bad – if I could stop smoking dope long enough to care. Ha ha. But then, let’s not forget just how creative dope can be. 

The irony is that the powers that be, Centrelink, CAT teams, psychiatrists, think that people who don’t want that, who aren’t satisfied with that, who see it as evil – we are the pawns in Freetrade, to the world economy, nothing has changed from the days that the Egyptian’s build the pyramids – who see the world as a bad place, are diagnosed psychotic and are now medicated out of their rebellious ways. Quietened down. Shut up, akin to Nazi Germany. I guess a healthy belief in conspiracy theories would help, which I don’t believe in, generally. The truth is always way more frightening than any conspiracy. 

It’s much easier to remain untroubled if you stay in the salt mines, everything is provided, you just have to turn up. So many people settle for ‘beige’ for their entire existence. Sad but true. It’s one thing I don’t want to be, ‘beige’. But, shhhh, nobody cares anyway. 

Creativity is a whole other world. 

Julien may – or may not – have sclerosis of the liver so bad that is prognosis is terminal. Or is that just gossip?

How can I feel that the world is a fair place, after that? It’s random by nature, how can one ever guard one’s self against that?



Hi Christian,

Last line of the review of the Bette Concert in Sydney:

"It may be true, as Midler quips, that her fans who were once on drugs are now on medication, but she's proof that irreverence, trashy behaviour and sweet songs – not botox or Viagra – keep you young."

SEE MY THEORY MAY WORK YET!!!!

Do they have to be in equal portions?

Shane



Irreverence, trashy behaviour and sweet songs! See doll, we set trends, we don’t follow them.

christian



Mum’s got a swollen jaw and she says the roof of her mouth is odd too. She told me tonight that the skin has peeled off her chest. She thinks it’s a result of her night sweats. She says it’s very lonely when you are old and sick.

I can see my mum saying enough, if she gets old and sick. She barely has anything to live for now. Is it a sad way to end one’s life, or is it the culmination of a full life lived? It’s both.

Naked and alone at the end, no matter what. It’s such a quantum leap from when we came into the world. When I came into the world? When how many of us came into the world?

I love my mum.

I got into bed and took quarter of a trip and promptly slept till midnight.

Then I had toast and chatted to Aby, who had just got home. I’m pretty sure she didn’t notice the trip I had taken. 


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