Chanting As We Speak

SMS. 7.50. Day off Mirr? – Tom

SMS. 7.57. What? – Christian

Tom called to say that the message should have read Miss. He said that he had just had a blood transfusion, which has made him feel so energised he is raring to get out and about and actually feels like he could do it. He is stuck on his catheter for a week though.

Under the elms, over the avenue, through the park and down city streets. I knelt to re-tie my shoe, at the top of Bourke Street, and there was a solid boy in a dark suit, with cool messy hair, walking behind me, past me, in front of me. I whispered my usual boyfriend incantation quietly behind him. Then I whispered that I wanted to suck his big cock long and hard, as we walked down Bourke Street in single file. I chanted, quietly, that his cock was getting hard and that it was rubbing around in his jocks, making itself present in his pants, making it hard and hot for him to walk. The monster was rubbing on his thigh.

He got fidgety and scratched his ear and adjusted his torso in his suite, scratched his head, twitched his arms, stretched his shoulders… and walked with wide steps. I kid you not.

SMS. 14.28. Thanks for the birthday wishes. Had a fab day love .... – Shane

SMS. 14.32. Just come-to, I presume? – Christian

SMS. 14.40. It’s good to have girlfriends who know you well. No don’t panic it’s only Tuesday, wait till the slime has set on the door handles so that he can get out of the room – Shane

SMS. 14.45. Hitting it pretty hard was what I heard about u. Should I be afraid, was my response – Christian

SMS. 15.06. Just another birthday doll – Shane

SMS. 15.12. Hey, the session the other night was really hot. I’m very into another meet. Call me if you are so we can chat. Cheers Shane Buck – Shane

SMS. 16.21. I’m not sure what session u r talking about Buck? But I’m glad to hear u thought it was hot! – Christian

SMS. 16.25. How did you get that? Not in my sent items? Oh well, better you than somebody else…well, except for one – Shane

As I walk out of work, as I head up Bourke to William.

SMS. 17.51. (Rachel) Hey ho, end of the day! U know the song, come on sing along – Christian

Tim heated up his left-over pasta from last night. It was sensational.

I’ve had two joints. Nicholas has been packing.

SMS. 19.19. (Shane) I miss nothing! – Christian

(Josh)

28.08.05

Firstly, I think you should change your password to poofter in English.

Secondly, coming down the stairs, looking sheepish… didn’t score! If you believe that, I have some lovely beach-side property in Alice Springs you may be interested in. I hear they have a very progressive government. Boyfriends do that. If ya squeamish about it, stay single. One of their least endearing qualities, as worst. Hey, I know my boyfriend is sexy, big deal, at best.

You know, I’m sorry if I was a bit of a shit while you were here, I really should have taken two weeks holiday before you got here and then had two weeks holiday with you, it would have been cool. I was a wee bit stressed out from work, my patience was very scant.

But I’m back to it now, for weeks. Er! It just feels like such a waste of my time.

I changed the names in my novel, as you said. You were absolutely right, by the way, did I tell you? Well, it’s now Lucy and Gavin. And I realised that there was a chapter missing when you read it. Clearly, it made a big difference to the story.

I’ve just come back from a gorgeous sunny, blue-skied weekend at Bolago, from a dear friend, Ros' fortieth. We spent two nights chasing Mars around, as it’s the closest it’s ever been in, yadder, yadder, yadder. Wet paddocks, damp shoes and some of them city folk being scared of the cows. Like I said to them, like cows are so know for their aggression. Is that it? I squealed when I finally saw it. That? That star that looks like every other star in the sky, except it’s a bit more gold? For goodness sakes, we’ve been taken by a couple of meteorologists having a wank. But it was nice standing on top of the mountain in the pitch black in the night with a bunch of thirty something blokes, all guests, gazing at the stars.

So I knew quite a few of Ros’ friends, natch. I was envious of her sister, Lucy, who has enrolled at Deakin next year, to do my writing degree course there. I so want to stop working and do some more study. Which got me to thinking that I actually have done the course, of course. I am trained, I do have the skills and now it is for real – the things you think about in the car as the sun streams in through the window, the road stretches out in front of you like a big, wide ribbon with the blue sky above. I can’t piss around any more. It’s no longer just a pipe dream. I have to do it now. Eeks!

I just thought it was something to say. You know, shoot the breeze. Chat. Make small talk. Talk stoner crap. A bit like doing lead-light class for receptionists.

Never the less…

My skin is humming from all the sun today.

I have smoked a couple of joints and Tim has just handed me a porn tape. Hmm?

And, I guess, that means you’re getting dumped, Little One.

Big smile.

30.08.05

I forgot to hit send, oops. How did that happen? Clearly there is nothing wrong with my joint stash. Do you think when Tom expresses his concern for my dope habit, I should listen?

Did I tell you that Beau got the heave-ho and has been since replaced with a half-Italian one named Nicholas. Nice to. Can cook rum balls… find his way around a garden… and packs a mean bong. Oops, that’s a bad point. Bad point? Bad point! Mmmmm? I’ll get that one soon.

I think I should go out whoring to find myself a new boyfriend. One that’s sexy and leads an interesting life as well. How hard can that be to find? I find I’m falling in love on every walk into work in the mornings. It’s a sign. I’m developing a thing for men in suits.

Crooked smile.

Tom is back in hospital, bladder problem again. He called me to say that he was glad he was secure enough in the idea that I love him, so that I didn’t need to visit at all… like I had been, or nor…err! Bad Christian. He said his last blood transfusion made him feel so alive and vital he wanted to get out and about – just visiting, you understand not partying – except he’s catheterised to the spot. Damn!

Nitey night.

My head is spinning.

Jasus! Who keeps giving me this stuff?

Cheeky smile.

Er!

Gloved-hand to the throat.

I’m a little faint.

Madeline

Pass me my lavender smelling salts.

No, the other ones, you French fool!

Christian

hello my friends,

how are you? i'm missing you a lot, and so i thought i wirite you a few lines. Here in Bolzano everything is as it was and i won’t change neither. i go to work, i come from work, i see my girlfiend, i have a few drinks with my freinds, and so on. nothing really exciting, but still, nice. how is it in Bolago? hows the old gardener N and his wife? hope they're fine, greet them from me! have you heared anything from paddy latest? the last information i have, is that he went on a on-month-trip with aborigines, and that he was overexcited, looking for shells, and doing some bushwalks...

so well i have to get back to work now, i write to you later!

Oh and christian, any new written tales you could send me? i'd love to read something!

Sebastian M.