sketch:Veteran"Come here son" he'll say an old man with a kidney addiction "I've a story" when anything else would be a fallacy. He's good at telling stories He's practised and never gets a new one like opening the same can, again, and again. War stories fought on the Barstool Front, where the tab ran into No Man's Land and glass was easy to find in your skull (he shows me a scar to prove it). Once a bar fighter, always bleeding they used to say around that table Doric schooners supporting their combined gut.sketch:Veteran
sketch:Deconstructionits just a matter of chemistry holding the solder of me together and that stop me from decompiling before you, entirely, so there's just a little room to connect the dots between the screws yet to fall out and if you saw it laid before you like the last ten yearssketch:Deconstruction
scratched into a desk;
would you know who it is beneath the chips and splinters? the writer's hand gives it away and you recognise shapes that are familiar; loops and c
The Cost of HeavenThe Cost of HeavenThe Cost of Heaven
Father insists on saying Grace. Just like every other night. I shift uncomfortably – I can’t help it. Will they notice? No. Their eyes are closed, their minds elsewhere. Transient, benevolent statues. We gather nightly around the dinner table to eat and collectively cast our minds out, like a net, at God. Mine rarely makes it that far, and the distance only grows with each passing day. I know as well as He does that it never used to be this way. Am I turning my back on Him or is He turning his back on me? I remember no
Day ThreeDay ThreeDay Three
The aged storehand bumbles through the uninviting doorframe and into the musty, unlit apartment. Flicking the lights, he is met with the familiar shock of claustrophobic crampedness, and belonging. Furnished with only practical impersonalities, the room murmurs faintly – through the cracks in the plain, yellowed white walls – of loneliness, that which inspires no attempt at showcasing individuality. For the storehand, there is no audience to enrapture with marvellous miscellaneous space-wasters. Crossing the rooms at a beaten pace, the storehand reaches his bedside table. With fumbling finger
How does Neglect feel journal?
Distracted
How's uni? Life? Love life?
Miss you Howard, see you round
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"If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there", the Cheshire Cat, Alice In Wonderland
So many obligations, such a bad hangover to complete them with. Oh dear oh dear. It was my brother's birthday today, I also submitted my crappy prose assessment (so you can read that I guess at some point) but I haven't slept and I barely ate today because I drank so much last night and damn I've been dizzy, I am very close to crashing, so I apologise and will try to up the correspondence frequency!
My love life is non-existent. I have a fairly large thing for Sarah right now but I think that's just because she brings me drugs, she's happily scissoring some Casie girl at the moment anyway.
Uni is keeping me up tonight with it's icy embraces. Damn you computer science. On Sunday I will be stressed, because I will be writing a 20 minute presentation on a book that I still have not read and know very little about.
In summary: as time goes on, the things I have to complain about increases exponentially. The title of the graph is "Whiny Bitch Face(y = 5e^x)".
And your life, India? School (trials, I am sure, give you much to say) and love?
Miss you too, would love to do that thing with the words and general relaxation again (if there were ever time for such a thing)!
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Most people who commit suicide are probably optimists. Who better to see the up side to death?
I looked at your brother’s artwork today, he is quite the skilled drawer (is that how you spell the title of a person who draws? Perhaps I’ll just say “artist”
Crash if you need to; preferably on to a bed or a couch and not the floor or a road.
Please be careful with the drugs and the aphrodisiac that comes with them. How can you be sure of that? Perhaps a threesome is in your future Howard. Yay you!
Twenty minutes?
The longest I’ve ever had to speak for is ten and that was a struggle, believe me. (It was English) What book is it? Interesting?
I love the title
Trials are a whiny bitch face and I’ve only done one. I have seven more to go.
Love? Pfft. It is as likely as a cow in a blender.
Words and relaxation would be fabulous. I am on lockdown for the next week and a half but after that, it is a necessity. Where shall we go? I haven’t been to the science museum in a long time, have you?
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"If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there", the Cheshire Cat, Alice In Wonderland
I love my brother's art, it has a sort of roughness that isn't amateurish. I wouldn't call him a drawer, but his girlfriend might. Figure out that lovely metaphor.
I wound up just crashing, and not doing uni work. Again, neglect is a strong point.
Aphrodisiac comes with drugs? Seems like the sort of thing I should have known before now. I thought it just made everyone more "open for business", which consequently led to record numbers of "customers". It's only weed, anyway.
The book is Against Nature, have you read The Picture of Dorian Gray? I can't remember if I've asked. Also, it is very interesting. Corruption and Decadence. Very, very interesting but I will have to ruin it's contents for myself by looking up synopses. Sad face.
Which subject have you done? If I took a stab and said English would I be sensationally right? You're not going to fail, that's just what they want you to think. It's a conspiracy. The HSC is just one big stress-test, and the exams are actually less important than just keeping your head under pressure. Keep this on the low-down though, if they realise I'm onto them I won't be able to blow this whole charade right open. I'm going straight to the root: The Board of Sadism. Maybe Thursday, weather pending. Wish me luck (but quietly).
A cow in a blender? I don't know if I feel more sorry for the cow or the blender. I'm sure love is over rated. The only reason anyone could like another person that much is to perpetuate the myth that it is possible to like someone that much, in order to feel liked that much. Follow? Love is just a self deception to feel loved. Probably. Heaps not talking out of my arse.
I haven't been to the science museum in so long that God is looking probable. I have a few questions, though: there's a science museum?? Where?!
Oh, and I decided yesterday I am probably going to move out. To Coniston. Because why not? I totally need the added stress right now.
Tata love <3
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Most people who commit suicide are probably optimists. Who better to see the up side to death?
Does your brother celebrate the same way as you?
Have you read the book? Man, I can’t believe you have to talk for twenty minutes! I know you can do it but that’s… just… wow!
Yeah it does, I guess it’s just his style
Wouldn’t she be the drawer?
Open for business ay? Nice. How often do you smoke weed Howard?
I haven’t read either but they seem like books for intelligent people
If you would like you can reinforce the ideas in your brain by sharing them with me
Sadly you are wrong Howard. It was Ancient History and it was one of the subjects I studied for and I’m sure I will fail epically.
English is tomorrow and Wednesday and I don’t even have all my related texts, let alone studied analyzed and written essays on them
It’s not that I haven’t studied it’s just there isn’t enough time to study everything. I hate my life.
I shall code word you shall I? How fairs Thursday for your encounter with the wild beast? Good peanuts…
I definitely feel for the cow, having to squeeze into that tiny tiny blender. Poor cow.
You know that kid I told you about who asked me to the Edmund Rice formal? His name is Lachlan and I keep getting MySpace and text messages saying “I miss you”. I AM FRIGHTENED.
YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE SCIENCE MUSEUM?!
Why Coniston? What’s there? Don’t stress out too much! Can I help you move in? I may be small but I’m tough I’ll carry anything you need me to
Peace
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"If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there", the Cheshire Cat, Alice In Wonderland
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