Filed under: death
::sore throat
::vomiting
::sore throat/sore eyes
::sore eyes
::take the pressure away!
::strangeland
::brain rattle with every cough
::sculpture
::sleep
::burning nose
::no breath
::sore eyes
::salad, tea and hello panda
::doctor says!! accute influenza-swollen brain and lung infection!
::walk/sleep/antibiotics
::”Carolyn, you seem distracted?”…”I am, my baby’s sick!”
::cracked lips, strained stomach muscles, no sleep
Filed under: food
One of the greatest joys in life is asking a stranger for a cigarette.
For me, it is surrounded by so much mystery, because It’s not acceptable to approach a stranger to demand anything else. Perhaps it has something to do with war, or poverty, or being drunk?
‘Excuse me, would you mind if i bum a hot chip?’
‘Thanks…Sorry, have you got any tomato sauce?’
Surrounded by plants and flowers, how could i not be happy!
Big brother friday night live bling bling night!!!
The nexus between ‘asian’ night and auschwitz night.
“…then housemates simply place the gold teeth in P Diddy’s mouth, whichever team ends up with the most gold teeth in P Diddy’s mouth…WINS!!!”.
Yeah that’s awesome, except, that’s not P Diddy. That’s not even a photo of P Diddy. That’s just a painting of a black face, but what’s the difference right? Wait a second…black face…Big Brother Friday Night Live Minstral Night!
Filed under: death
Yesterday evening i sat outside the Enmore Theatre on a tightly strung pile of brag magazines for an hour and was reminded who’s hot and who’s not. Everybody in the brag-HOT, everybody absent from the brag-NOT. Stabbed in the back again.Same bands, same Dj’s, same nights, same posers, same slappers. Band names evolve slightly every six months. WOLFmother.andcub-THEsins.hotchip.valentinos-WORDSTRINGclapyourhandssayyeah.
When i was six all the kids on my street and I started a collective, we called it Kool Klub. We formed Kool Klub as an umbrella for our band which was called-Bang Bang Your Dead Fifty Bullets In Your Head, I played keyboard guitar and we performed mini concerts (entry by donation) to raise money for toys like beach cricket sets, water bombs and lego. My mum said we should choose a shorter title for the band because everytime i made a poster the letters got all cramped at the end and also people would find it hard to remember. I said i would consider shortening it to just Bang Bang Your Dead, her reaction didn’t seem overly enthusiastic, or if she preferred i would change it completely to- 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,0…blastoff.
Little did she know i was just 20 years ahead of my time.
