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 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 croak and Aloysius croaked, and 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) 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.

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 lone enough to care.

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, a kin to Nazi Germany. I guess a health belief in conspiracy theory’s 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.

Creativity is a whole other world.

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

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.