The J Man Said

I dreamt last night that the J man said, All men who lay down and spill their seed with me, will go on to eternal glory with the love of our benevolent God... who loves everybody.

Apparently!

Apparently, the J Man still had the largest dong. Peter came in bigger, but magically J's appendage just grew a little... according to the gospel according to Oscar.

All the D Boys were envious.

John The Apostle could vouch for its size

The D Boys were envious of his love too

Sexy God Fucker

Saint Germaine and Angel Sebastian had a thing for Jesus.

Apparently, the J man was the hottest boy in the seminary.

Up in the hills, where they contemplated daily to the universe.

Togas made of muslin, ivy circles for their heads.

Before the halo. Before the wings. Before the fishes, before the bread.

All About What Ya Packin In Ya Toga

Could you imagine in the gay bible, The twelve disciples would be chosen by... you know... their size. The J man would still have the biggest wang, but the boys would be chosen so they didn't feel embarrassed in the river when naked in the company of the other men.

Hairy, naked, Arab men. They'd wash each other's backs, like friends, mates.

The J man famously preferred boys who'd had the snip, but having a foreskin wasn't a deal breaker. I imagine that Judas had a lovely chamois hood hanging down.

The men would look at it, just below the surface of the water and wonder.

Blue sky. Sunshine. The bank of the river dirt, broken by olive trees.

Gay Jesus

Love me Jesus. Love, love me Jesus.

Love me Jesus. Love, love me Jesus.

You’re the god of man, I want to feel your love in my flange

I want to feel how much you can, cuming all over me like I’m your man.

Love me Jesus. Love, love me Jesus.

Love me Jesus. Love, love me Jesus.

God Will Bless You

Some years back, when my mate Stephen died, the catholic priest, from country Victoria, came to the house for the wake. Amongst all the gay men present, he got drunk on too much wine and had to stay.

In the middle of the night, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I’m good in the dark, so I never have to put lights on. I’m like a rabbit, I eat my carrots.

As I stood in the dark in my jocks drinking juice straight from the juice carton, I could see over to the other wing of the house and into Stephen’s handsome partner, Phillip’s bedroom. And I could see the priest comforting the widow Phillip, with what was obviously Phillip’s cock in his mouth.

I pulled the orange juice carton away from my lips. What are you doing? I thought.

God will bless you for this my son... you are a mighty fine, young mane, I thought next. That made me smile.

I was pretty sure catholic priests shouldn’t be doing that.

Monogamy

“Would you want to know if they were cheating?” asked Simon.

"Yes, of course I'd want to know," said Adrian. "Because that would be the life that he is leading."

"I don't know. I think it's all over by that stage," said Veronica. 

“So, you wouldn’t want to know?”

“Yes, I’d want to know.” Veronica shrugged. "But, it would mean that I wasn't special enough to have kept his interest."

“So?”

“So, what would really be the point,” said V. “Just the information to finish it off, I guess.”

"You don’t think you could save it, get it back?”

"Something is always broken, afterwards," said V. "That can't be gotten back."

"Too hard. It's human nature," said Adrian. "Why set yourself up to fail? Why deny yourself?"

“What?” asked Simon.

“Monogamy,” said Adrian. “Maybe it’s something you do when you are older.

"So many to choose from?" asked Simon.

"I always wanted to meet my soul mate," said Adrian. "Everything else is negotiable, when you've got forever covered."

“So, you’d be comfortable with an open relationship if you knew you were with the forever person.”

“Yeah, I guess that is what I am saying,” said Adrian.

"You haven't had a partner for years, Adrian," said V. "Who was the last?"

"I don't remember," said Adrian. "It just got easier to work instead."

"I'm tired of waiting," said V.

"Internet, Saturday night 'That's Adrian'." Adrian made jazz hands. "It's not me."

"Is that the name you use?" asked V.

“What?

“Internet Saturday night?”

“That’s kind of redundant, if you are online on Saturday night, don’t you think?”

Simon laughed.

“You think people would judge you…”

“For being so unimaginative, yes,” said Adrian.

“You might as well just call yourself WannaFuck,” said Simon.

They all laughed.

"I never liked saying, somehow it was mine. It meant that I still had it. The trouble was, I never really knew what it was."

“What was it?” asked V.

“What do you mean?” asked Simon.

Adrian shrugged. “Oh, um, just being together, without saying what it was, you know actions, not words.”

“Clear as mud.”

“Monogamy is just naturally being together, because you don’t want to be anywhere else,” said Adrian. “Calling it something doesn’t make it any stronger.”

“The two of you against the world?” said Simon.

“Yes, just naturally.”

“But you have to say it to each other,” said Veronica.

“I think a soulmate means you never have to,” said Adrian.

“I want rules,” said Veronica. “Agreements, because guys cheat.”

“Girls cheat too,” said Simon.

“Not as goddam regularly and with such monotonous prediction,” said Veronica.

“I can’t tell you how many girlfriends I have known about fucking the boyfriend’s best mate, brother, even father.”

“Bullshit,” said Veronica. “Guys with secretaries, waitresses and girls off the fucking tram are much more likely,” said Veronica,

“It is both, don’t be naïve,” said Simon.

“It’s human nature,” said Adrian. “But, if you want to fuck around be single. I never really understand.

“I actually, don’t know how you can cheat when you are in a relationship,” said Simon. “Without your partner knowing.”

“She knows, Simon,” said V. “She knows.”

Blakey Boys

Brother Carl comes out in his boxer short. Chiseled chin. Chiseled chest. "Cheryl-Anne where are me jeans? Me good black ones? You know the ones that..."

"Make ya arse look sexy? On the line out the back." Carl heads out the door.

Indigo watches him go, eyes fixed, turning at the neck.

Cheryl-Anne exhales loudly. "Yep. It's the fucken boys in this family who got the pretty gene."

Brother Matthew comes through another door. Blazing blue eyes, hair as black as coal. Indigo's head swivels in his direction. He's shirtless, wearing jeans and boots. He nods his head at Indigo and smiles. He takes an apple and orange and starts heading out the door.

"Put a shirt on Matt," says Cheryl-Anne.

Cheeky Blakey boy smile. "But the girls prefer..."

"Shirt Matt!"

"But it seems such a waste to cover him up," says Indigo.

Matt smiles, before he heads out of the room.

Then out comes baby Timmy in a white towel, freshly showered.

"Hey, I can't find any of my jocks!"

"Jesus!" says Indigo.

Cheryl-Anne turns to look at her. "Don't you go lookin at him like that. He's a child..."

"He doesn't look like a child," says Indigo, as her mouth drops open ready to drool. "Baby!"

"I'm eighteen," protests Timmy.

"They're all like that..." Cheryl-Anne smiles. "The boys are the pretty ones in my family."

"Drop dead gorgeous," says Indigo. Cheryl-Anne puts her hand over Indigo's mouth.

"Folded in the laundry hamper. Do you think you could open your eyes." She waves her brother away with her hand. "Now go, git!"

Cheryl-Anne removes her hand from Indigo's mouth, shaking her head. "Don't let them hear ya," says Cheryl-Anne. "The boys have big enough egos already."

"Gorgeous boys," says Indigo breathlessly.

"That one doesn't think the sun shines out his dick yet," says Cheryl-Anne. "He's the baby..."

"Some baby," says Indigo.

She rolls her eyes. "But, he will, just like his big brothers."

The HMAS Earth

"The world's fucked, we're all going to die!" he wailed, as he ran passed in his life jacket and lept from the back of the boat without hesitation.

Hesitation stayed on deck with me, Nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk.

A Little Tartan

"Here is an example of micro kilting. Bring in the model. G has agreed to model for us today."

G looks handsome standing in the doorway, like a... um... Scottish gladiator.

"Come stand here," I say.

G looks coy, but gorgeous, dressed in nothing but the micro pleated, dark green tartan and leather sandals.

"He's well built," says the buyer.

"Chest waxed, stomach waxed. Back of my hand to my face. "Back too, of course," I whisper. G blushes. "Legs left o'natural. Feel the difference. You can touch him."

"He's got nice legs," says the buyer.

"Do you like the way it drapes on the tops of his thighs?"

"Not much underneath..."

"No. see. Everything right there, with this length of hem. Hold still, G. Don't flinch. We're not going to..."

Like that?

"Yes. You can stroke it, if you want."

G flinches.

"I meant the material."

"Very impressive."

G smiles.

"Yes, he was chosen for that reason. Greek. Thick thighs. You see minimal strapping under neath."

"Jockstrap?"

"Yes."

"Is the kilt long enough, if he's working it?"

"That's kind of the point. It doesn't hurt to see a little flesh, if your customer is working it."

My Hit Squad

I hate everyone today. I'm dreaming of my hit squad. I have bought the balaclavas and the Lear Jet and the boys are being trained, as we speak. Just can't decided on the full leather body suit, a la biker leathers, or black suits and sunglasses.

Personally, I'd go for mico-kilts and leggings, I'm a legs man, but we have to be practical, hey?

Someone annoys you, the boys just turn up. You know, for stupid people.

It'll be 3 strikes and you're out, before the hit-squad will be sent in to finish them off with oozies, what words and emails couldn't fix.

Those people who step out of doorways without looking. Slow walkers in the street.

"Microkilts are sooo 2001, Christian," said my assistant. "I'm glad u decided on something more classic!"

"They would be more Troy, circa 2004 than Mardi Gras, circa 2001," I said. "How do you feel about Shane Crawford drones?"

Workers who never pull their weight, who some how always to have a go at blaming you for their incompetence. People on their mobile phones speaking loudly on trams.

People who finish their sentences with ay. People who say Australia without the L.

I may have to have a sub-cub team stationed permanently in Queensland, you know what they are like. I picture them in black (running) shorts, with split legs and black singlets, you know what the weather is like? Boots. I think with knee guards and chin guards and elbow guards, just to strap them up a little, just for the look.

People who just stop when they are driving, when there seems to be no apparent reason. Peroxide blond middle aged women in four wheel drives who think they are driving tanks.

Txxx Lxxx voodoo doll

Hey Christian.
How's your day?
How's your mouth?
This "psychosomatic" stuff – we know when we are not feeling right, it's not "just on our heads".
Who was the doctor you saw?
My doctor has now misplaced my blood results, but assured me that he saw them and that all was okay with them. I find that interesting because the last two tests I had at Melbourne Sexual health showed that my plarlets, neutrophils and haemoglobin were all well below the normal range. So my guess is that he hasn't really looked at them, Sux – huh?
Anyways, hope this finds you well.
I didn't tell you, I fell in love on the weekend, with a guy who has a boyfriend (I found that bit out near the end of the night). It really irked me, and I cracked it and left, but he called me last night, saying he's been thinking of me all week, and just wanted to check "that I was real".
He wants to get together on the weekend.
I told him that I don't do boyfriends, but that he was pretty special himself and maybe he shoukld call me Friday night an try his luck anyway.
Hmmm. Not quite sure what I'm doing there. Perhaps inflicting pain on a wayward boyfriend? Hope it's not inflicting pain on myself!
Haven't seen you for AGES. Miss ya heaps.
Love Tom


Mornin'
Me mouth, apparently, is okay. Maybe a little nerve damage, which, to tell you the truth, is what it does feel like. Although, how I know what nerve damage feels like, I'm not so sure. So, there you go.
I saw Txxx Lxxx, or whatever his name was. He's c*ap. Good for Benjamin being in Botswana. I hope he's having a lovely time. I hope Txxx Lxxx is shipped off on the next boat, for crimes against the medical profession.
I even forgot to ask for Ziban... b*gger!
I reckon your doctor sounds even more suss than little Miss Star Hotel, however.
As for the boy who you met on the weekend, give him an ultimatum. Dump the boyfriend, or never call me again. That's what I reckon.
Otherwise, you are right, it'll be pain for all concerned. It's better to be a relationship breaker than an adulterous co-defendant. The pain is shorter and swifter.
Although, you may never be able to forgive him if he agreed to ditch. (Catch 22... he's history all ready)
Oh, it's so complicated isn't it?
You should just be able to go to the shop and order from a catalogue. Have them delivered in a box. They could develop their own will after that, you know, be kind of organic.
You know if they're too compliant, you'd only hate them for it.
I'm off to find a tropical island flush with mangoes, avocados and bananas... in the Mediterranean, natch... with the odd dumb native or two. Sounds like nirvana.
christian


You'll never guess which doctor I saw? Yep, that’s the one.
Anyway, back to Alfred haematology for me. He now is quite concerned about my blood results – I didn't bother raising yesterday’s assertion that all was fine. I'm going to get to the bottom of this Miss, even if it doesn’t kill me.
I demand a bone marrow biopsy I tells ya! Do the cytogenetics and know once and for all if it's Luke or my HIV meds or what!
Speak soon Miss.
Tom


We should go and play pool and get drunk and drown our sorrows. Although, Manny will kill me. He's said that I now have to call him, when I want to meet up, as I'm always out doing something else. It kind of made me snigger, as it'll only lead to a broken what's it'ed Greek boy. (See ya next year and all that) Precisely the wrong attitude to take with me, I thought. He's learnt nothing, I kind of hate him for it.
So pool miss? (evil laugh)
christian


Yes that sounds grand.
Are you busy Saturday night?
I now have extensions for all my work and can forget about it all for a little while.
xT


Hello there,
Was hoping you could help me with some info – I'm looking for a pub to write into the story. Jess is going to be meeting Mark S there. He's chosen one that's going to make her pretty uncomfortable (I think she's the kind of girl who doesn't go to pubs by herself so any pub would probably make her uncomfortable but I thought why not go hog wild and make it a bit of a seedy place). Any pubs in your area that fit the bill? I was thinking maybe the one next to your place but don't know if its of the type I'm looking for. A number of suggestions would be good.
☺ Kym


Well, well, well! I don't know what sort of pubs you think I hang out at, but...
The Canada in Swanston Street, between Queensberry and Grattan used to be a huge dive.
The one on the corner of Wellington and Johnston streets, the name of which escapes me at the moment.
The Punters Club in Brunswick street would have been good, but I think it is now closed for renos.
The one in Queens Parade, Clifton Hill, also on the corner of Wellington, is a real dive, a thug boys club. Lots of bashings. Now what was that one called?
The Old Colonial in Brunswick Street... not so rough, but daggy. Actually, a favourite of mine.
The Bluestone in Yarraville. Its in Ballarat Street, maybe called the Yarraville Pub.
The Staggshead in Williamstown – full of walfies and union blokes
How about that?
christian


Mornin fletchy... how are ya gums… Mark


Mark
I went to the doctor and he said he couldn't see anything wrong with my gum...well, no sign of infection.
But what about my ear, I said.
So he looked there too and he felt my nodes/glands, whatever and said he could see no sign of infection there either. So I don't think we should do anything, he said. And then he just sat there with a supercilious grin on his face.
I wanted to punch him.
He asked me if there is any pain... and there's not... not achy pain. Everything just feels odd/tired. And then I sat there wondering if it is all psychosomatic. And he just sat there... so I got up and left.
He mentioned something about a little nerve damage and now I think about it today, it does feel like that.
Tom and I hate him, as he has lost all of Tom's blood tests. Then he said feebly that they were all okay. Tom is now off to The Alfred with a voodoo doll of Txx Lxx with a bagging hook piecing his eyes (Is that bad to say?) to see a real doctor.
Herumph!


Hi there
How are you possum?
The Exhibition opening is at the Catherine Asquith Gallery… 13x Flinders Street
Where the fuck would one park? The opening is at 6 but he said to be early. I hate being early but then again I'd hate to be left on the foot path too (without a glass of fizz in my hand)... dither dither dither... you would not have finished work at 5.30 would you? What would be best for you? I might park at your place and take a cab, altho a parking station would prob be cheaper. Don't know where '130' is, not even sure if I know which one is Flinders Street but am presuming you could just walk there from your work. I lie... I do know which one is Flinders St if I think about it for more than 30 seconds.
Let me know what you think. I am trying to organise my week (now?) as its school holidays and if I don't get a grip things fall apart... actually they usually fall apart anyway so why bother planning ahead? I'm rambling, that must mean I should be vacuuming, doing laundry and dishes but I just can't be bothered and so am finding something else to do rather than what I should be doing. Any minute now someone will 'pop' in for a cuppa or call me and I'll be saved, yet again, from the torturous delirium that shrouds my every day...
Ciao Rachel


Rachel
Goin for a root.
Oh torturous delirium.
christian


I went to Manny’s and watched Charmed. We hugged on the couch. I kissed his soft lips.


Rachel
13X Flinders is roughly between Exhibition Street and Russell Street.
I could finish work around 5pm, maybe a bit earlier, a fraction, depending on the day, but you'd have to remind me. Memory of a gnat, remember.
Parking? Hmmm? You could park at my place. It would take you about 20 minutes, max, to walk there. Catch a tram to Exhibition Street for $3 and turn left down the hill. Or a taxi, even.
Have I answered all of your questions? Me thinks so.
Oh, I'm quite relaxed now. What a lovely world.
christian


From chrisso
Don't you think Gabriel Knight is a bit of a worry?


From Tommo
why u say that?
what the essendon news?


From chrisso
Gabriel Knight was that insane murderer who stabbed that girl a million times in Queensland.
Didn't catch the Essendon news, captain remote was on the job. But Eddie said it was a beauty, or amazing, or something.
Got a new fridge photo of Shane, though, from Melb Star. (Top fridge boy still)


From Chrisso
Now that I read the article, Shane Crawford admits that he is gay! Gosh, what a surprise.


Tom called me after this. Tom laughed and said, “My new boyfriend has made his first tentative steps towards me!”

Swinging

Clara Vow said she could wow anybody with her dance of the veils.

Tommy Tucker agreed he would fuck 'er if she, indeed, didn't fail

Jemima Puddle got all in a muddle when she saw Tommy's big member

Jim-Bob Joe said he'd like to know how Tommy was built so well.

Tommy's brother, Andy, was known to be randy, who frequented houses of ill repute,

said Tommy's brother, Andy, he likes candy and is not so bothered if it is x, y or who?

You may marvel at his size, but he was made that way, surprise.

And Jemima may fuddle and get in a muddle but she wouldn't know what to do with it any way.

Jemima ended with veils wrapped around her face, as Tommy lead Clara from that place

Jim-Bob caught them one by one, but he'd kept his eye on Andy since it begun.

When Clara got into wailing, as Tommy impaled her, kicking and spitting with screams,

Andy said, with a wink, take my hand come with me. There was the promise with a wink that something would get delightfully reamed.

Around 7'ish

Damn – I forgot my mobile phone today so no late cancellations allowed. Guess this means I'll be turning up at your place unless there's somewhere you have a particular hankering to eat at – in which case I can meet you there. Let me know if you have a preference (it's too early for me to even contemplate what I might want to eat for tea).
☺ Kym


Perhaps, you'd best meet me at my place. Around 7'ish.
christian


Splendid – see you there
Kym


Hey Christian,
How are you this lovely day?
I'm trying to finish off the work I have ignored for weeks. The question is whether they will accept it sooo late!
Here's hoping!
Love ya
Tom


I'm good... goodish.
I handed in all of my work last night. All done.
It's a good feeling.
christian


I look forward to feeling it!
Tom


Work away buddy. You'll get it done. I have every confidence in ya! I don’t call you one of the smartest people I know for nothing.
Speaking of the other one, I sent Josh Gale a very cute little story about Madge and Gwyn talking about people who claim not to have time to make contact with their friends... and four days later, nothing! Do you believe it?
christian


Hmmm isn’t he coming over very soon?
Tom


Yes, July 04th. Goodness, that's soon.
Best he email me, if he wants a bed, that is!
christian


SMS. 13.39. Good to hear. Was gonna come over to see you both but my car's died again. Sigh. Will call you when I'm mobile again. Let me know if he gets worse – Jane

Red Rallied

Hey Christian.

Glad to hear Red rallied.

Talk later.

xT

Tuesday it is. Even though Peter now tells me that he might be changing back. Grrr! But too late, he misses out.

My new office is 25 floors straight above. Same building.

And my gum has developed into a slow burning ache. B*gger!

But I've got all of my Industry Overview notes and assignments all sorted in a lovely display folder to hand in, have viewed, tonight. So I'm very pleased about that.

christian

Goody (about Tuesday, that is – looking forward to it.) Shall we say 7:00 o'clock-ish. I know I always say I’ll meet you at your place and then end up being early and having coffee somewhere. So how about 7:00ish and I'll either knock at your door or let you know where I'm sitting. Of course, feel free to nominate a different time.

Not good about the gum but very, very good about the Industry Overview stuff – display folders are always such a nice touch.

Seeya tomorrow ☺

Kym

Kym

7 it is then

christian

Okay miss.

Is it later yet?

christian

My gum has gone out in sympathy for yours. Oh the pain, the pain!

christian

Yes it's later. I hope your gum is okay – I got Biotene mouthwash from the chemist – pricey but very soothing. I recommend it.

I went into RMIT at 10 today for a meeting I didn't have to attend, which made me grumpy. Then I went to have my blood taken again and the nurse blew my vein, which made me even grumpier!

Now I'm unexpectedly at home for a wee nap before going to work.

i hope I wake up ungrumpy!

Have a good day Miss.

xT

Hope your day was okay, and that your gums are okay too...

Tom

Sooks

Sooks are made for coddling and patting and reassuring and holding tight. Coy faces, incorrigible. And shaking and slapping arses and... and... black eyes, for some - I find black eyes so sexy on a man – if we can't stand the whining that may follow the caressing, like so much hot air up the chimney. You can placate the bottoms with a finger, but the tops become more problematic.

Adopt the pose, as if mouths open like baby birds cheeping for a feed in the nest, for the slow steady whimper that they are naturally predisposed. Keep their mouths full, it is the only way to keep them quiet.

Boys suck better on command. Stronger jaws, and a natural propensity to want to satisfy their curiosity. (Get them drunk, feed them drugs and then they are curious again on a whole other level)

Ha h

But don't come whining to me afterwards like a sook.

Slinky Henry

Marty

across bridge

nice smile, good fit to his jeans

turn left

standing next to him, same height

over a railway bridge, lights

streaked hair, glows

eyes shine

4th roundabout

Fletcher, good last name

turn right

not a tiny bulge in his pants

nice bum

another roundabout

big one, big lump, hot in profile.

thru you go

turn sharp left

rifle club

he shows you his gun

nice, long

take second right

don't stop

your buttons come undone

you show him yours

he's impressed

turn around

Do it to me Henry, he says

take aim

in you go

 

I Know What I'm Doing Tom

Hey Miss.

I'm cross because my "I know what I'm doing Tom" Doctor didn't put enough blood in the tube for it to be tested. I questioned him and he said he knew what he was doing.

Hmph I say!

Know indeed!

So I have to go back Monday and be bled again.

Anyways, hows you?

xT

Doll, what kind of shonkie medico are you going to? Have you checked this doctor's qualifications? Does he have them up on the wall. It sounds to me like you are going to the local Dingley Village 24 hours Palace come 711 juicery. You came away yesterday feeling completely dissatisfied – sorry my words of encouragement came out wrong yesterday, by the way – and low and behold you had every reason to be feeling so.

Get a new doctor, they would be my simple words of advice today

I'm good, by the way.

I have to make the decision to put Red down, the time is here. It was going to be this weekend, but now I'm not so sure.

I was going to take him up to Bolago, but maybe that would be too distressing for him, so I'm not going to do that. I've kind of lost my resolve a bit today. I want to take him to Bolago to bury him, but that would mean driving up there straight afterwards, with his body. Somehow that doesn't seem that appealing.

Hm?

christian

How are ya, young lady?

Jolly good, pip, pip, ho, ho?

christian

I'm damn insane actually (too much work to do, too little time). How about you? Looking forward to catching up next week. Have decided I'm going to stop smoking (again!) after that. Hmmm – don't really feel overly committed to the idea right at this moment. Am still coughing and a bit eewey from my viral thingy.

Have been cleaning out my cupboards at work because we're moving and i found all my handwritten stuff from last year about Stormy – spent my writing time this morning typing it all into the lap top.

Kym

PS: Do you know what the start date for 2nd semester is?

Now second semester, I should know this. Let me see. Next week is the last week of semester one, weekending 25.06.04. (I think) And traditionally there would be 2 weeks hols. So that would take us to 09.07.04. Which would tend to suggest to me, dodgy dates withstanding, the 12.07.04 would be the beginning of second semester. How does that sound?

I'm good, sore gum and all. I bit down on something hard and it jammed into my gum behind my teeth – being past the fortiness I don't have too many teeth left, but lots of gum. My pussy is on his last few days on this earth, only days to go, so that's sad.

Oh yes, next week, good you mentioned it. Thursday, wasn't it? How about Tuesday instead? I think my Tuesday has become my Thursday, which became my Wednesday. And soon my Monday is to become my Tuesday, who the heck can keep up? But I think for next week I need to change you to Tuesday, or Friday? What do you think?

I'm going to give up smoking too.

And I'm moving offices...

How in sync? (Good name for a boy band)

christian

Tuesday is probably better for me than Thursday so quite splendiforous of you to need to change.

Oh your poor pussy, I feel sad for my pussy too – but that's another story.

Where's your new office (anywhere near Melbourne Central?)

Have a splendid weekend – I'm about to go off and commiserate the closing of this office (even though we've got a week left here).

☺ Kym

PS: I've got a sliced finger, which i think is turning gangrenous (just wanting to up you on the hurty body parts stakes)

Nuts!

Can't talk, end of year. Almost there. Still getting stoned. Haven't fucked up yet. Might get away with it (end of school year). Am on holidays as of 12 midday Wednesday next week. Going to a 40th in Denmark tomorrow. MAdness at work. Much work.

So go suck a greek.

(I can't wait to sit onya sofa ya big green mole....)

Soon baby soon.

Can't talk... see above. End of school year (see above). 3 ½ days to go and then in a bit 4 weeks in Orstraylya!! Yipeeee!

Josh

These people who think that they do something important, you gotta hate them! You gotta agree! Never able to talk, always toooooo busy, snowed under – If you don't give us a hand soon darl, I might just go under and just be one big blob of "doingness", quite indistinguishable from the furniture, or a stale saucer of milk... the mull bowl, even.

Oh yes! The mull bowl. Of course, they still have time for that in their busy, busy, all-go, no time for anyone lives, NOW DON'T THEY!

Funny about that said Madge, as she bit what was left of her cuticle and spat it to the ground.

Fancy! said Gwynith, like she'd just discovered that the cat had shat in her best pot plant. Too good, for the likes...

Mark my words, Gwyny, they come crawling back when the fast lane burns them out. When the coke dealer won't supply on credit any more. When the bank forecloses on the yacht. Crawl back they will and you know what...

We'll act like we don't know them, said Gwyn, eyes lighting up like the end of her Stuyvesant.

Indeedie do dah day, said Madge. It'll be a cold day in Hades when I give them the time of day...

Penny for the poor, penny for the poor, Gwyn chanted, before an emphysemic rattle rolled out of her chest like a bowling ball hitting the gutter.

How the mighty will fall, said Madge, as she smacked Gwyn on the back with an open palm. I've lived here man and boy, I've seen them come and go. I've seen them. Carrying on like pompous whatsits

What'll we do Madge? What'll we do? said Gwyn, as she regained her breath.

We'll laugh like we haven't got a care in the world. Ha, ha, ha! Like we won the lott'ry, or somefink...

We'll kick at them, like we do at those stray cats. And hiss and spit...

We'll hold our nose in the air, said Madge. Like they done to us. The likes of them. Indeed!

Indeed, said Gwyn, stubbing out her ciggie in the mother of pearl shell ashtray.

christian

I couldn’t make a decision about putting Red down, so I escaped to the country.

 

I Was a Bit Flummoxed By This

I hope everything went okay at the docs?

christian

HI.

He was running 45 mins late, looked at me for 1 min and said he couldn't see anything wrong. I was a bit flummoxed by this, but had bloods taken, which will show if my counts are still down. I commented that i seemed to be in a lot of pain for "nothing wrong" and he repeated that he couldn't see anything wrong.

So I'm a bit out of sorts about it all, really.

How are you?

xTom

Well, good on him.

So, take ya vitamins and get some rest and… feel good about a doctor telling you there is nothing wrong.

I suppose. Hey?

Smile

christian

No that's the thing I *don't* feel good! I don't think he investigated properly at all!

I got lots of gum stuff anyway, and pain killers so that's kinda alright.

Tom

Ohhhhh spookily ominous... perhaps I'll get stuck as well... or more than likely 'come unstuck'. We are actually going out for dinner in St Kilda or perhaps I'll revisit the Sth Melb/Pt.Melb idea of last Fri. I don't finish working at the wine sales until 7pm so I will be tired, cold and hungry (and prob very grumpy) so she'd bettter come up with somewhere good!. Maybe you'd like to come too? Maybe not. Call me tomorrow. Ciao…

Rachel

Wine sales?

christian

(Josh)

Waiting, waiting, waiting? By the in-box every night, but no. Nothing! Um...Cough, cough, cough!

christian