Remember God Is At Work Orchestrating The Divine Porpoise

Who's ever done the "next blog" thing at the top of your page? I was waiting for inspiration to hit me this morning, as the rain fell outside and the carpenter continued with his circular saw on the house across the road... cute wog boy who looks very hot bent over his make shift work bench in his dark blue, double white stripe, track suit pants... 

... but, I digress... so I thought I'd hit the "next blog" button a few times. OMG! It's truly amazing when you do? How many American Christianity blogs are there? It's truly frightening?

"I'm walkin my life with Jesus." (I can hear the southern accent twang)

"I'm hading my life over to the Lord."

"Remember, God is at work orchestrating the divine purpose."

I wish I knew how to hack, I'd go in and change that to, "Remember God is at work orchestrating the divine porpoise."

One after the other. It appears to be America's number one mental disease... did I say that out loud?

It was the first ten blogs, I'm amazed.

Anyway, I don't want to talk about that, everyone is free to choose to believe in whatever they like, hey?

I'm just waiting for the rain to stop, so I can go riding on my new bike. Yes, I bought a new bike, finally. I did the smart thing, I shopped around, checked out the prices and what was available and narrowed it down over the last two months, or so, and now I have it. Shiny and silver and really nice to ride. Yay! Of course, my old one really is worn out, so just about anything would be nice to ride in comparison.

I'd be orchestrating my own divine porpoise, if the rain would only stop. All weekend, says the weather report. Saturday and Sunday. Oh well, sigh. I guess it means I'll have to stay in doors glued to the Internet. I so want to go speeding along with the wind in my, um, er, helmet. The whir of the wheels beneath me. The whoosh of the bitumen below me.

Every night after work during daylight savings, and I'll get my fat arse into shape, not to mention get my ugly moods under control. My passive aggressive streak is taking over lately and it could just be my lack of exercise that is to blame.

However, today it is time to finish that novel, I guess. Late in the Season, Felice Picano, one of my favourite writers. I mean, what else are rainy Saturdays for, you know?

Whacko The Did

Whacko The Did

he pulled a knife

then he hid.

As the blood pumped

from her crib

he sang shimmy me pig.

He did high kicks

and Goosesteps

and an elaborate jig.

He spun around in circles

and sniffed at the blade

as the blood dripped.

As her life ebbed and was gone

he pleasured himself some more

with her red treacle

splashed all over on his bone. 

Digger Franco Polestar

Every day at the gym, what else can we say

Good morning my new friend.

What is your mood?

Today I decided to register for a dating site, to help pay the bills and to meet the man of my future life together.

When I read your profile on dating site I decided that u are brave, nice male who can take care of me and be a great friend to the beginning of our acquaintance.

If u are interested in my profile and my photos, please write info in my email, I will wait

Good luck

Yours

Franco Polestar

It was accompanied by a photo of a handsome young Italian man with long black hair, shirtless with a nice chest, dressed in briefs with one arm around a dancing pole, smiling. He was masculine and muscular, with his arse pushed out as if on a promise and his finger up to his lip, as if he could really be a naughty boy. An army uniform lay at his feet, his foot still in one trouser leg, commemorating the day, as if he'd just taken it off. He had a slouch hat in his other hand.

Yeah... nice try.

The Well Is Clearly Dry

Hey Hey It's Saturday being back on is pretty much proof that the television stations have pretty much run out of ideas.

Note – there are possibly a whole lot of people who would disagree with me, but, hey, this is my blog

Human Nature 02

When we are alone we want to be with others, and when we are with others we want to be alone. We humans are just like that.

Contradictory, and irrational.

Not all the time, of course, but we can give it a good crack.

Human Nature 01

Human beings never judge themselves as harshly as they judge others.

Oh yes, undisputed.

We can criticise someone for something, while we are doing the very same thing, without hesitation.

I've said it before, and I will say it again, sometimes you just need a nice piece of arse. It is good for what ails you.

Jamie bought himself a new pair of speedos for the summer that was approaching, quite fast if the weather report was anything to go by. Here it was November and the forecast for the following week was nudging into the 30's.

He slipped the bathers on as soon as he got home. They still looked good in his full length mirror in his bedroom, so it wasn't a trick of the retail lighting. He was pleased, they made him feel sexy, a thrill ran up his spine as he gazed at himself. He hadn't really been looking for new swimming trunks, he hadn't really been looking for anything in particular, he was just wandering the shops trying to fill in an empty afternoon. It was unusual for him to have a nondescript day to fill in, just as unusual that he would choose to fill it in with shopping.

He didn't really like shopping and he didn't go in for musicals, as he didn't much care for singing divas. He liked football and rock bands, cars and the gym.

It was the three strips of colour, which made up the briefs, which caught his eye, initially, as he'd never seen a pair quite like it before. He ran his hands down his hips, he liked how they felt. He liked the way they sat at the tops of his thighs, although that may have had as much to do with the hours he'd been putting in at the gym as it did the cut of the material. He liked the way they hugged his hips, squarely and snugly, and the way they held him at the front. He slid his hand down and adjusted himself, enjoying the feel and the look as he did.

He wanted to call up Matt and tell him of his great purchase, but he wondered if he was being altogether too excited. They were only speedos, after all. He wanted to show Matt and have him admire them too, but he thought there would probably be time for that, when he and Matt were together on the weekend. The thought gave him a thrill all over again. He ran his hands over the material again and looked out the window and wondered if it was hot enough to head out to the pool?

Sunny Beach Afternoon

Sam and I ate fish and chips on Albert Park beach until late, on a park bench on the board walk. The late afternoon sun was glorious, shining down golden on our faces, warming our souls, well, our smiles and our laughs.

It was one of my list of things to do when he asked me what we were going to do for the day. It was quite lovely too.

The sea sparkled, the sand glistened, giving hints of summer ready to shine.

Saturday Morning

It’s a beautiful sunny morning, so much so that I have already been out into my garden with my secateurs to chop back on the creeper which is growing through the fence from the other side, smothering my lavender. Ah the fragrant scent of the mauve herb wafting into my nostrils as I chop is just lovely. I’m sure, if money was no problem, I’d be surrounded by lavender, as far as the eye can see.

The air is glorious, thick with the hints of summer, imbued with the tantalising warmth of the golden sun. 

When I retreat from my twenty year sojourn in the heart of Fitzroy, my main criteria for a new house will be sunshine and light.

Ah, the lovely summery morning… and buzzing with flies, so soon. Already? Where do they come from? Do they lay low in a state of hibernation until the first hint of sun touches them, causing them to break free of their slime, or eggs, or mucous? Actually, from my very limited biology, I think that is exactly what they do.

All the while, Sam is glued to his iPhone, his eyes seldom waiver from the small screen streaming “nerd boy” news. He’s my very own geek boy and I love him anyway. So, when I am done, I go and fetch my lap-top and bring it down to the coffee table to read the news. You know, if you can’t beat them join them. It has the effect of making him laughed at my old silver machine. He approaches it as if it is some rare thing that he hasn’t encountered before, much like I may have approached my father’s gramophone. He touches at it with outstretched fingers tentatively, as if he is really not quite sure what the effect of contact will really have. He tilts his head and looks at the side features with that highly self amused grin plastered right across his face. He mumbles something about many features and I’m not quite sure if he is being sarcastic or not.

Then he pulls out his sleek Apple lap-top and sets up next to me. I make some comment about them being the same silvery colour and he replies that that is where the similarities start and finish.

“Yours is plastic,” he says with mock disgust, as he reaches out and touches it again with his tentacle-like fingers. There is repulsion dripping from his spidery touch, I can see it clearly. “So different, fake aluminium.”

I kind of like sitting together behind our respective lap-tops doing our thing, as the sun shines in the window and the birds tweet in the garden. I guess it makes a change from the hours I spend at my computer alone. It’s a kind of 21st century boyish togetherness.

The clock strikes midday and he asks again, what are we going to do for the day? He likes to head out and do stuff and I kind of like doing exactly what we are doing now. We’ll see who is triumphant in the fill-in-the-day stakes.

I’m kind of enjoying sneaking in an entry into my blog as he is completely oblivious. Although, I did kind of just give it away when he asked again what are we going to do for the day, replying to his own question. “You are too busy with ninemsn.”

“No,” I said. “I’m too busy writing about you.” Then I waited for his reaction.

He looked up and smiled. “Really?” he said. Then his eyes were straight back to his screen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Buying software,” he replied. “Have you made up your mind what you want to do today?”

“Have you?”

Such a cutie

Eddie had grown hair between his muscular pecs, as he had developed a fine covering of hair around his belly button down over his abdomen, disappearing into the top of his shorts, almost over night, since he turned eighteen.

The girls were looking at him, the boys were looking at him. They all wanted to admire him, touch him, play with bits of him. He'd developed fine bits, that nobody had ever wanted to play with before. It confused and excited Eddie in equal measure.

He now filled out his shorts splendidly - they are all curves, front and back.

The Wilderness of Mirrors

Into the wilderness of mirrors...

...the place where false information is spread around, where black propaganda falls from your hand. The forgeries, documents and manuscripts stolen in the night. Malicious rumours and fabricated lies.

Deliberate falsities not unintentionally falsehoods, slid between the silver and the glass, right before your eyes, as you gaze at them from behind the glass. 

More of the Same

America retreats into the safety is knows best, back to the same which put in the position it is in today. All Obama has been trying to do was fix it. It’s the conservative parties relaxing of the banking rules which has caused this mess.

So, they say, that environment issues will be off the American agenda for the next two years, at least. It makes no sense. As I've said before, fingers crossed, the planet will hold it together for the rest of my life, I don’t have any kids to leave it to, but the conservative right wing of American politics, they are all family, religion and children.

And California proved it wasn’t quite so cool as we all were led to believe it was, it’s just another conservative back water of the USA, which is sending it to back water status, really quickly, apparently. They didn’t vote yes for Prop 9, the legalisation of marijuana, which would have been an evolutionary step. 

We Went to Bunnings

We went to Bunnings for wall plugs and garden wire. I wanted to re-hang a picture on my wall, which, of course, fell down months ago. Everything now goes automatically onto my 6 month plan, so it would seem, where is gets reassessed for the five year plan, or gets auctioned.

Sam wanted to secure his jasmine to his front wall. He has two varieties. I told him he was in danger of being taken over by one jasmine plant, but two? He may be beating it away from the front door, with a machete or the like, by the time it has grown.

We went around 3pm. What was happening today? Something was going on, now what was it? Not a clue, really, we had a day off that was all I cared about.

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