Aduck verus the Osprey (a nonexploration in anything at all)
Over the past week we have been reunited with a friend who slipped through the "sexual system" about five years ago. Luckily for us, she has returned and contributed to the growing "FELINUS FAMILUS" amongst all that we know.
She has two simply incredable cats. A large male cat who is the most passive animal I have seen in quite a while. And a one year old female felinus who is very anxious, similar to how Manga was as a kitten. I cannot wait to have time to find any excuse to drop around and play with them, making manga khan very jealous, unwanted and feeling betrayed.
On Saturday we all went to the pavillion in West End (Where the East End boys hang out) and drank cheap cocktails and ate a lovely lunch.
"XXX-S" attempted to get paraletic, but time and cash restrictions meant we left early, plus Fiona had to attend a 21st at 6pm. Typically we managed to make her late for the 21st, because we are very talented in holding people up, but not banks or old frail ladies with diamond rings. Which is a shame.
I slept in Sunday. Well, according to Angie I slept in, but her idea of a 4 hour sleep in means 7am. Luckily I woke up before she had time to spill water on me.
We decided to drive up to Bribie Island and go swimming at the beach. Those who know me well understand the sea is a sinister and nasty place for kumbuniko. Who prefers instead fresh water and liquid not inhabited by unknown, deformed and deranged sea creatures.
The drive up was lovely, I was able to discern that the current "CAR TAPE" collection is over a year old and needs re-editing.
When we got there Angie jumped into the ocean. At first I was very anxious and watched her like a hawk in case she was sucked into the eternal blue depths in front of me. Taunting my senses with crashing waves and white bubbly expletives - wich sucked back into the ocean each time like an animal strengthening its breath.
Angie did not drift away, and so instead did some simple yoga stretches and watched what looked like a family of jewish people walk by.
I also spotted a few OSPREY in the sky. As birds of prey are often found. Lovely creatures. Our attempts to psychicly wish the old WWII plane to crash into the ocean proved futile. I must again read Fiona Hornes witchcraft books to discern where I went wrong. Perhaps I should be wearing makeup to enhance my wiccan prowess and internal goddess powers.
When we returned we watched """"MONSTER BALL""" on viseo. I quite enjoyed the film, although predictable, I can only assume my wiccan intuition is still alive - strong enough for me to see into the futire of contemporary film makers.
Today I watched FARGO again and rebraided my hair. Into 13 plaits. Now I feel clean and funky once more.
Tomorrow I start sound engineering / promotional / marketting training. RAR! This will come not as a surprise for many who have constantly heard my plans to do this for a long time. But kumbuniko finds a way.
MWAH
kumbuniko (yeah him-ED)
She has two simply incredable cats. A large male cat who is the most passive animal I have seen in quite a while. And a one year old female felinus who is very anxious, similar to how Manga was as a kitten. I cannot wait to have time to find any excuse to drop around and play with them, making manga khan very jealous, unwanted and feeling betrayed.
On Saturday we all went to the pavillion in West End (Where the East End boys hang out) and drank cheap cocktails and ate a lovely lunch.
"XXX-S" attempted to get paraletic, but time and cash restrictions meant we left early, plus Fiona had to attend a 21st at 6pm. Typically we managed to make her late for the 21st, because we are very talented in holding people up, but not banks or old frail ladies with diamond rings. Which is a shame.
I slept in Sunday. Well, according to Angie I slept in, but her idea of a 4 hour sleep in means 7am. Luckily I woke up before she had time to spill water on me.
We decided to drive up to Bribie Island and go swimming at the beach. Those who know me well understand the sea is a sinister and nasty place for kumbuniko. Who prefers instead fresh water and liquid not inhabited by unknown, deformed and deranged sea creatures.
The drive up was lovely, I was able to discern that the current "CAR TAPE" collection is over a year old and needs re-editing.
When we got there Angie jumped into the ocean. At first I was very anxious and watched her like a hawk in case she was sucked into the eternal blue depths in front of me. Taunting my senses with crashing waves and white bubbly expletives - wich sucked back into the ocean each time like an animal strengthening its breath.
Angie did not drift away, and so instead did some simple yoga stretches and watched what looked like a family of jewish people walk by.
I also spotted a few OSPREY in the sky. As birds of prey are often found. Lovely creatures. Our attempts to psychicly wish the old WWII plane to crash into the ocean proved futile. I must again read Fiona Hornes witchcraft books to discern where I went wrong. Perhaps I should be wearing makeup to enhance my wiccan prowess and internal goddess powers.
When we returned we watched """"MONSTER BALL""" on viseo. I quite enjoyed the film, although predictable, I can only assume my wiccan intuition is still alive - strong enough for me to see into the futire of contemporary film makers.
Today I watched FARGO again and rebraided my hair. Into 13 plaits. Now I feel clean and funky once more.
Tomorrow I start sound engineering / promotional / marketting training. RAR! This will come not as a surprise for many who have constantly heard my plans to do this for a long time. But kumbuniko finds a way.
MWAH
kumbuniko (yeah him-ED)