When the Pooh Smiles

(Josh)

Well, hello. Clearly your rheumatoid’s playing up again? Or have they dropped off, like so many dud snap-lock fittings. You there with just knuckles, beating your palms together, as ya teeth fall out of ya head. (Probably, your dick is floating around detached in ya pants) Mr Potato-Head and friends! Get a pen…er…keyboard and write something.

18.04.05

Don’t do any thing until they come to their senses? (Oh yes, good thinking 99!) Goodness me, I could have been swinging by the neck from the tree, while you filed your nails.

In th eivy? Mmmm? Curious? Why do I see a mouth having just sucked on a lemon? Nests or no nests.

Yes, yes. It’s a rich tapestry! Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring. The infernal… er… um… eternal circle of life. Yes, yes, it’s the same every year.

Linden trees, yawn. Joint? Did I tell that Tom is now worried about my marijuana consumption. Did I tell you that the two nights I worked back last week, I had a joint in my bag for 6pm. I smoked them in the back alley and went back to work. Monday night, I went to see a play with my mother, so I pre-rolled a joint for after work, for the walk to the Concert Hall. But somehow I managed to have four puffs before I left home. And at midday, the more astute amongst us would have noticed me puff on the rest of the joint, as I walked up the middle of Bourke Street. I haven’t told Tom those bits. Should he be worried?

My mobile phone got cut off because I, apparently, forgot to pay the bill. How embarrassing. That’s a first.

Good thing you never had counsellor in your list of university choices. (She’s got all the sympathy of a Centrelink employee… with none of the style! At least she can be a nazi as a teacher. I guess?) Join up with the refos or find god, otherwise quit ya whinging and get on witf it!

And you reckon deep down that all the cunts are really nice? Goodness? (such an optimist. Such a young liberal/amnesty wet behind the ears young thing)

Are teachers really allowed to take part in the old hooch? (Essentially responsible for the next generation of delinquents, all the time protesting their innocents by claiming to be over-work and under-paid)

But it will be nice to see your little rapscallion self. (Fuck! She gets to see the world?)

Pompeii is fantastic, once you get past the car park that surrounds it. Magical. Melancholy. You can almost feel the people at certain moments. Just too fascinating for words, really. Go see it, you’ll be entranced.

Goodness me, what a pack of vipers, at your school. All you wanted was a couple of days off. Did they realise you weren’t just paddling down the Reine? Just keep your eyes on that visa, miss. You’ve got this far. But you sound like you won, anyway. Good for you. Just remember, maggots will be eating his eyes long before yours, next time you have reason to argue the point with the Vice Principal.

If you have been in the wood for anything other than cock at 7am, then I reckon you’ve put in, Miss. But you are certainly getting around before you come down under?

Bugger me. What will boring old me have to interest you? Joint? No, no, we’ll have fun.

19.04.05

I’ve just been out to dinner with my ex-boyfriend. He was over here from Auckland for Bette Midler. My ex-girlfriend is coming to stay Thursday. She’s coming down from Sydney for Bette Midler. Bette Midler is in town, did I tell you that?

And I’m stoned and I’m going to bed.

Gosh, it’s a boring old email, now that I read over it. What can I tell you to liven it up? … I’ve got to iron a shirt. Bugger ya! That’s all ya get.

Ah well?

Big smile

christian