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thank you for bringing your precious bundle of joy to my house. I should have expected this when I invited you for dinner. Wow. They scream that much. Honey, see we don't want kids any time soon. What? This is good. Thats excellent. Honey we really do not want kids any time soon. Ok, lets have dinner. Where do you put him? I don't know. I don't have anywhere. Ok just on the couch. (mind he doesn't spew on my blue couch... white baby chuck doesn't come out so easily). Smile. Oh aren't you cute. He did a shit that big huh? Ah, thats what the noise is. You want attention. Adult conversation anyone? Yes, he is cute. Yes you are tired. No, not much to say? Ok. You don't want to catch a movie or something? No worries. I understand. You have to get the little angel back to bed (seriously). And I'll see you again soon. Maybe we could go out on the bikes, start looking around for a sitter. Drive safe. See you later. I need a drink. |
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When I go to the city Its to purge the smell of eucalypts and wood smoke From my memory and replace it With grit, dirt and something else… I need to remember why I’m not here. When I go to the city, I need to smell The bad breath coming from the trams The stink of rage The apathy that leaks from every pore of The crush around me, I need to smell vicinity. I need to smell urine And shit And booze And stress And overuse And waste And forgetting And losing And wishing And hoping… I need to smell dreams being born And death. When I go to the city, I forget the exhilarating Permanent marker smell Of fast car petrol And late night binging. I need to forget my own smell lingering Amongst the people I brush against When I’m out of my mind. When I enter the city When the city enters me I need to block out its pheromones And not fall in love. |
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Today has been a strange day. A strange week. A continuing, developing, misanthropic sense of self. Another dialogue with no one. More strange dreams. More events. More work. Wonderings. Present de-aspirations. Apathy/Contentment. Illness creeping up... flu kind not anything else. University ever onward. Weariness. Excitement. Something to care about. Hiatus. Industry. Caution. En Guarde. Begin again... ad infinitum. |