It's been a while hasn't it.

We've come a long way. The world has evolved and I am swept along, carving my path through the cosmos among the populations of this overwhelming epoch.

I am much more than the boy I was 13 years ago. Let me tell you a story.

I moved to Sydney to follow my dream of being in the scene, dancing and fucking with wild ( Read more... )

I don't know how to mourn. This is sad...
For two years she was a familiar face. A member of my makeshift family who made me laugh. She was crass, vulgar, inappropriate... and it was hilarious. She was very funny. I got all of her jokes and she got mine. She loved Ani Difranco. She played the guitar - she was a guitar hero. She sang... beautifully.
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Have I become myself again yet? How can I tell when I’ve finally returned from the truancy of the past year? I feel familiar senses returning piece by piece to the fold I knew. The unfinished portrait wreathed in dim, red light. I see myself as if distorted by the silt thickened currents of a black lagoon; a creature instilling such a comfortable ( Read more... )

I stay here,
.
.

Aching in the shadow of your wake where I’ve made my home,

With a palette of crisp white memories I own,

A canvas for my tactile hands and yearning skin with narrowed span,

To make my message, set it forth and wait here for some sweet recourse…

With bated breath and furrowed brow, wishing I could touch you now,
Taste your lips and ( Read more... )

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The thought occurred to me, during my lovely long weekend in Sydney, that I haven't had a single weekend in which my mind has not been altered at some stage with narcotics or alcohol for at least a year. I say a year but really it's an indeterminate amount of time which only serves to further illustrate the unscrupulous lifestyle upon which I've ( Read more... )

It seemed as though I'd be dancing forever, but I was having a really good time, which I'm sure was owing to the combination of magic mushrooms and the ingestion of a little round party prescription ( Read more... )

I was at a gay club on Saturday night and was rather a bit inebriated, so of course when one of my favourite songs came on (Banquet, by Bloc Party) I simply had to make a b-line for centre stage and take off my shirt, to which the girls in my immediate vicinity responded by slinking down either side of me and stroking their hands seductively all ( Read more... )

Oh look, it's been 8 months since my last journal entry, fancy that ( Read more... )

Oh bloody hell, I'm 20 years old now ( Read more... )