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Much of the social history of the Western world, over the past three decades, has been a history of replacing what has worked with what sounded good. In area after area- crime, education, housing, race relations- the situation has gotten worse after the bright new theories were put into operation. The amazing thing is that this history of failure

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I have made another friend whose name is Krystal Trickey. See, now I know three people whose names I always say in full - Sarah Grey, who I'm not very good friends with at all (although the first time I met her I refused to go to sleep until she kissed me), Natasha Kastrissios, who I already mentioned, and Krystal Trickey, who I'm mentioning now. I went to her house once and we drank a bit and after keeping her up until she absolutely positively could not keep her eyes open any longer, I gave her a hug goodbye and said, "It was really nice seeing you tonight," and she mumbled sleepily in my ear, "I love you too." Which was a lovely surprise. So I stumbled to Princess Street, to the house I'm about to move in to, and sat outside for an hour writing a letter with poetry and nice sentiments, and then stuck it in their door and went... somewhere. I walked home, that's right. It took me an hour and a half because mum lives very far away.

I hope my talking about my friends isn't making you feel bad. I have absolutely not forgotten what a special person you are to me. It's just, I haven't seen you in ages, and I'm talking to you, so I kinda assume you already know.

Love very much,

Leo."

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Possum Love Outwards.

It's going to be really good to live in a house with no TV, no phone and no computer. No more brain-sucked-out. I mean, not having a phone isn't going to be great, but I figure I'll stick out a week or two with no phone then go buy a mobile. I received a digital camera from my parents for my birthday and promptly lost it. Oh well. I don't really mind, but I haven't told them yet. I was thinking, the only one of my possessions I would call mine is my bass. Everything else is transitory. Even the music I make with my bass is transitory. I don't mind it going. But holding my bass is like holding a person. We vibrate on the same level. Like when you're at a concert, and everyone's dancing and vibrating with the music, all on the same level, and there's this amazing Oneness. After such a bad day it's really lightening to just list a bunch of things I love, and I hope it lightens your day too.

This whole email thing was just to make up for not seeing you that weekend. I was so looking forward to it. But Glen and Matt had been stuck in their lethargic depression and they'd woken me up hours before I should have been up, and I didn't want to be wondering about waiting for people and wondering if I was in the right place... Later I thought I could have gone for a swim while I waited for you, but oh well. On the plus side, this time I'll have money. I'm getting all excited now.

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Here's your email. It didn't send.

"Wow, a bible quote just for me. I really liked it, and I saved it.

It was wonderful to see you in your pictures. Your dress was very girly, and I thought you were looking wonderful, and I was just thinking, "Wow, she has the same expression in every photo," when I saw that you seemed to have noticed as well.

Today has been a Null Day. I have felt like a Null Person. I have tried to have numerous conversations with friends and family but it has not worked at all. I feel like I have only just woken up, here at 12:47am, and tomorrow I have an interview at 11am. I'm going to volunteer for the RSPCA in the call centre. I'm really doing badly at life. I have done no uni and I have no job. I don't really care, but I'm not sure it will be possible for me to live off bin-diving. Not excitingly well, anyway. So, I need a job. But I need a job I care about or I will end up going crazy again. Did I tell you I started hallucinating over Christmas? I had a really bad few months before going to Melbourne. Then I woke up, and I'm now actually very happy. I keep meeting people I love and not feeling like I have to go out with them. I am a little lonely right now, but that's an anomaly.

I'm just loading some photos up into photobucket. Hang on a sec.

It may take a while to upload.

So! There is this girl, Natasha Kastrissios, whose last name I love, and who taught me what it was like to really be in love with someone, so much so that it doesn't matter that she's in love with someone else, though she loves me back anyway, and I miss her because she's hooning around Tasmania right now. I'm about to temporarily move into my favourite house in Brisbane, so thought of because of the beautiful friends I have there, though three of them have moved out so now I only have one beautiful friend living there but she is a beautiful friend indeed. I used to wake up on the porch of this beautiful house after bad nights out on the town, hung over and recovering, and they'd come out and see me sleeping with the possum and put a blanket on me. Then I'd wake up and chat with whoever was there, and then I'd leave feeling fine.

I want to visit you this weekend; I get paid. However, it's the Easter weekend. So what are you doing? Because I would like to stay the night. We'll do dinner and go out and have a jolly time. I'd love a good long cuddle, too, but don't mind in the slightest if I sleep on the couch.

This has become a bit of a night of whimsy but I don't mind that at all. I'm being a real cyber-hippy just now. I'm sure I shall provide more solid conversation on the weekend. I saw Tim last weekend. He gave me a painting for my birthday present. It's the best of the birthday presents I've received - I'm a bit weird about birthday presents, but home-made art is exactly what I like to receive. I said to him, "Wow, Tim, you should get a gallery together," and he said, "Yeah, I just need to get enough together. I keep giving them away." We watched Little Shop of Horrors which I'd never seen before, and wished they still made puppets like that big plant for movies. The next day he brought me on a barbeque but I was horrible company - just dead and unconversational. Plus, I was surrounded by Tim's friends who I didn't know, and whose world I really don't belong to. I don't really belong to your world, either, so I'm a little worried about being surrounded by all your friends - I'm sure I won't be very talkative. But I can handle that.

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i have no internet access during the weekend so i only just got this =(

come visit me anytime you want. my friends are scary but i only live with my brother and my cool housemate. i dont mind if i have to work and you can bum around the coast during the day then meet up after work.

i miss you and emails just dont cut it.

call me whenever. but not during the weekdays cos i am at work and cant answer my phone.

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Guess what! Ben came up from Sydney and he brought my jacket that I left at his house, and the postcard I wrote you that I left in its pocket was still in its pocket, so now I have the postcard I wrote you while in Melbourne up here in Brisbane! Hooray!

So I'll need your address if I'm to come down, and send you your postcard.

I'm at the RSPCA, volunteering in the call centre. I just took my second call (my first one that counts) and it was exciting even if I didn't do it exactly as well as I could have. But whoo! First call!

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woo!!

I live at Chevron Island on Thomas Drive. But if you go to surfers and call me from a payphone I will come and get you and bring you back. cos Im not posting my address on here. heh.

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