So all i can think about at the moment is Melbourne and starting afresh. It's all that has nearly taken up my whole mind in the last 37 hours or so and it's an idea i cannot let go of, yet the thought of going through with it paralyzes me with fear. I'm starting to understand and realize that the majority of experiences I wish and need to have ( Read more... )

 
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( following in the same vain as Abatage... )

i walked out in the rain to post a letter to some dream-time fictional character, in one of those big, english, fancy red street-corner letter boxes. after dropping my letter through the slot, i waited for the sound of paper landing on paper to become apparent to make sure my deposit had been confirmed, but was confused when no noise was produced. ( Read more... )

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This City Sunrise - Live At Good Luck - 03 - Oh, Shit from Alastair Tye Samson on Vimeo.

This is one of the only bands i care to listen to at the moment. definitely one of the best things to ever come out of NZ.

tongue is tethered, a moisture-less muscle that gallops on the spot. grind teeth into pavement outside the door and make bones of new asphalt. feel the sickness, swallow the chunks that come back up. floss with her veins. spread and make cloth of old stomach lining. pliers to fingernails and an orgasmic elation. spinal fluid delight. throw into ( Read more... )

scratching at the chest. damp hair. lost soul. resistance. decline. losing. broken ribs. pain. inevitable.

my mouth is as dry as a fucking desert.

i am in a whole other world this morning. who would have thought that the feeling of my soft plush lavender dressing gown covering me, a bowl of home made porridge, Ellen and looking up Vegan Stroganoff recipes on this sunny winter's friday morning would bring me so much genuine joy? my legs feel a fraction bit better and i will go with my body's ( Read more... )