ok.
8:17pm
8:46pm
last night some time.
hah.
i spent $100 today..
i have no money for sydney
$0.17
nearly none.
i like girls
and the pet frog
i had that time
and i miss you Ralph
and the tomato plant
still green..
i love you ralph
and this green flashing emagizer bunny
red
orange i knew it was orange
and grey
its that funny
orange and grey
orange and grey
halarious.
its kinda nice really
and fake burning fires
made out of newspaper
warmth shields
child sex abuse in church
i can feel tingles like ran drops
on my fingers/
its not raining in my bedroom?
it cant be
uncle wayde.. wayne..
whatever
i remember that shit
i remember the time you hit a blown powerpoll on a back street somewhere in the suburbs of adelaide
and i remember the time i seen you on boat harbour drive
-
sara rang
i love sara?
its weird that i dont know what to say about that.
she asked me about pinks and reds?? weird
and tijana was lying to us
so fucking typical of her and her fake nails, blonde foils and chunky gold jewlery..
typical spoilt little wog girl...
i remember...
i dunno
primary school
and painting the classroom windows
yes.
snoring is quite annoying
i have nico stained elbows
and one folded love heart
and why is apples always acting like some kind of monkey or something else that climbs upside down wearing newpaper or something else rediculas..
somewhat like something society finds acceptable and funny
like clowns
i know more ppl who that have nightmares than dreams about those bastards...
yeah REAL funny..
spirals
love hearts
and flowers (FLOWERS!)
he bought (ME!) flowers
more things and stuff and
SEX
what is with this whole writing shit in my school books latly
its great tho..
i should have thought of that before
why didnt i'?"??
and!
what is stopping in the middle of Neil street and writing random things in the back of some fat novel im never going to read... and some man just stares from behind...
and broken lamp posts
and overflowing surage systems
and the bayside priest with a broken television set facing the wall and a pile of hay on his front porch...
and fat pi-pes
and malbro lights
i think im almost that stoned that i could forget what im talking about.. or when to stop and to remember what .. and to stop filling my 'diary' with much dribble.. and shit???
yeah something like thatr right?
apples is a strange fucking queer of a being..
i wish i could cose up with you in your little purple house with a purple roof and eat soggy monte carlo's and read the newpaper with out subtitles...
or something
madonna has admitted..
i dunno
its one of those moments.. again
remember
floating
turning
shifting
crashing
impact
scatter
skip
tingle
and sizzle
fading now drifting
and floating again...
remember..
squiggly lines
the tv is so loud
i didnt think about that
jack is talking in his sleep
hes giggles like a little girl..
and mummbling and shit
SEX.
thats whack..
how are you sleeping at night?????
