Sometimes I think all of us got in the car. And all of this is just a dream. Maybe we're still locked in a cellar imagining what our lives would have been if we'd escaped.

Hiking in the Stirling Ranges, the mountains are huge and my mantra becomes fuck this shit. It's the wrong time of day and we're the last group. Stuboness prevails and sunstroke and heatstroke and actual strokes kicks us in the face. Sab leaves a message halfway down the mountain - Fuck this shit, scrawled into rocks. There's a note too, will come ( Read more... )

Went camping over NYE. Took a little while to wind into, but it was pretty cool by the end. Dirt swim beer. Dirt swim beer. Fire fire wedges beer. Dirt swim beer. Fire fire dirt swim mead coffee absinthe absinthe absinthe water water home. Tequila, tonic. Sleep sleep sleep ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm going backwards.

Financially.

Professionally.

Constitutionally.

Socially.

Now I think about it, I probably feel like I'm going backwards because I damn well am. Fuck 2009. The only thing I did of note was build a god damn pirate ship.

I start work at 6AM tomorrow. Stopgap measures for a fleeting existence ( Read more... )

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

How highly amusing such a relation comes from a .com.au.

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,26280864-2,00.html

"Heh, would kind of help if I plugged it in"
"Heh."
"Did you find that funny?"
"Yah. And so will all of facebook!"
"I don't care, you laughed. Best moment of my day"One week of uni left. It's such a waste of time. I don't give a shit about it because there's no juxtaposition. Before I left to Africa I was doing Full time uni, Full time tafe, ( Read more... )

I used to read news articles about people doing stuff, see their age and think, ha, look at that guy, doing shit, when he's that age.

Now I read them and think, well fuck, I'm that age and haven't done anything I really wanted to do.

Tick, tock.

Fucking, sigh.

Age has been a lingering obsession of mine since I left my teens. However old I've ( Read more... )

Dear Benjamin ( Read more... )

I had so many ideals, reasons.

But now they all dissipate, flow throw the infinite in the reflection of a shadow that noone cares about.

How do you say that things no longer matter. How do things with no baseline derive a semblance of perspective?

Why does a kebab taste so similar to a pizza?

Its been said before; that reality is truth- yet my ( Read more... )