homosapien. thinking man. yeah. fuck. right.
things have never been clear for the entire spine spand that you have been present in my life.
but whatever.
i am going to get my vision back.
BAHHHH.
what a fucking insane weekend.
and yesterday was fucking awesome....so i'm leaving stinktown parramatta station after maz made it out of elevator and i got TRAPPED....and there's DA DA DA DA DA DA DODGEEEEEE.
hahaha. was so good to catch up and laugh about oldskool times...like when LACHIE FOLLOWED US TO THE CITY to see if we were getting shattered...so he could report to ed. hahahaaaa. piece of shit.
anyway. so we go to the pub and then conclude we're going to see this guy lucky dube....who's pretty much this worshipped black south african guy who's done loads of tours all over the place, although mainly througout the 'islands' and performing for the 'islanders'.... and i'd only ever been to one reggae show before, which didn't stick with me for long....probably because of the drugs i had consumed prior to arriving....fucking teenager.....and so yeah fuck, they were awesome...and there were hot mama's dancing their hips (literally) off...and the BEST bass player i've ever seen...haaaa. he was kinda MC hammer running while he was playing...hhahahah. the nig must have covered like 20k's throughout the show....ha.
and fuck. no poems. lyrics. tunes. beats. literature have been able to make me feel so bi-polar towards our race. so fucking ashamed of us - but so fucking proud - so fucking sad that we have had so many lessons thrown at us, and are still, none the wiser - but resurrected because humans are not writhing in their pain and anger, but are being productive and are able to depict so precisely what our world has failed, on so many levels and occasions to get right....and how we hold so many untreatable (I NEARLY WROTE IRRETREATABLE. FUCK), destructive traits, policies, leaders, and above all narrow minds that have proven themselves to not only be unnnnnecessary, but are just trifling obtacles that are our make or break for a functional world, as opposed to our blatantly dysfunctional sphere...
AND SO SATURDAY. i was being animal at the rindaaaa residence Ads+guitar+amp+jackie+maz+rinda+jack+ads+and+more+animalssss+but+NO+DAGS=ARGHHH......and me and jackie got close - which was good cos i secretly stroked her cat tattoo. HAAAAA. and then there was stacks. literally. anf then there was SUNDAY. which was got dirty from about 7am....and then we lost the brush...and then we're back down to friday. what an awful start. but pissed that ridiculous shit off and saw michelle padovan in newtown. HOW WEIRD....and after a while we decided that the only thing to do was to load up on some goooood white wine and to retire at hers...(friday was FUCKING cold...ha).....and then the night was filled with the rolling stones, boney m (which took transported me back to being with maz in vietnam - where you would hear 'buffalo soldier' EVERYWHERE you went, at least four maybe even five times a day on average - remember the MEANING of average, some days hear it twice, then others hear it TEN...of course variations of the lyrics were created, for maz's enjoyment, and eventual annoyance, inevitably...HAAAA.
the most lazy...?? 'BUFFALO SOLDIER, YOU LIKE TO POO IN YOUR PANTS'....ha.
yeah. woke up on saturday 'MICHELLE???? MICHELLE????' empty house - after maybe three hours of sleep.
OH HER HOUSE IS THE BEST HOUSE EVER. and her puppies are AMAZING...
have a coffee.
ohhhh. yeah. volunteer work or something at the sydney film festival.
so she calls and we have an amazing breakfast (in marrickville, you wouldnt believe it, hell. i didn't)....she gets a window face haircut...and then work. after maybe three hours of sleep. deal with boring work. and land at the dungeon of rindaaaa.
fucking exhausted.
fucking hell that was long... i maybe i'm not so 'exhausted'...ha
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but whatever.
i am going to get my vision back.
BAHHHH.
what a fucking insane weekend.
and yesterday was fucking awesome....so i'm leaving stinktown parramatta station after maz made it out of elevator and i got TRAPPED....and there's DA DA DA DA DA DA DODGEEEEEE.
hahaha. was so good to catch up and laugh about oldskool times...like when LACHIE FOLLOWED US TO THE CITY to see if we were getting shattered...so he could report to ed. hahahaaaa. piece of shit.
anyway. so we go to the pub and then conclude we're going to see this guy lucky dube....who's pretty much this worshipped black south african guy who's done loads of tours all over the place, although mainly througout the 'islands' and performing for the 'islanders'.... and i'd only ever been to one reggae show before, which didn't stick with me for long....probably because of the drugs i had consumed prior to arriving....fucking teenager.....and so yeah fuck, they were awesome...and there were hot mama's dancing their hips (literally) off...and the BEST bass player i've ever seen...haaaa. he was kinda MC hammer running while he was playing...hhahahah. the nig must have covered like 20k's throughout the show....ha.
and fuck. no poems. lyrics. tunes. beats. literature have been able to make me feel so bi-polar towards our race. so fucking ashamed of us - but so fucking proud - so fucking sad that we have had so many lessons thrown at us, and are still, none the wiser - but resurrected because humans are not writhing in their pain and anger, but are being productive and are able to depict so precisely what our world has failed, on so many levels and occasions to get right....and how we hold so many untreatable (I NEARLY WROTE IRRETREATABLE. FUCK), destructive traits, policies, leaders, and above all narrow minds that have proven themselves to not only be unnnnnecessary, but are just trifling obtacles that are our make or break for a functional world, as opposed to our blatantly dysfunctional sphere...
AND SO SATURDAY. i was being animal at the rindaaaa residence Ads+guitar+amp+jackie+maz+rinda+jack+ads+and+more+animalssss+but+NO+DAGS=ARGHHH......and me and jackie got close - which was good cos i secretly stroked her cat tattoo. HAAAAA. and then there was stacks. literally. anf then there was SUNDAY. which was got dirty from about 7am....and then we lost the brush...and then we're back down to friday. what an awful start. but pissed that ridiculous shit off and saw michelle padovan in newtown. HOW WEIRD....and after a while we decided that the only thing to do was to load up on some goooood white wine and to retire at hers...(friday was FUCKING cold...ha).....and then the night was filled with the rolling stones, boney m (which took transported me back to being with maz in vietnam - where you would hear 'buffalo soldier' EVERYWHERE you went, at least four maybe even five times a day on average - remember the MEANING of average, some days hear it twice, then others hear it TEN...of course variations of the lyrics were created, for maz's enjoyment, and eventual annoyance, inevitably...HAAAA.
the most lazy...?? 'BUFFALO SOLDIER, YOU LIKE TO POO IN YOUR PANTS'....ha.
yeah. woke up on saturday 'MICHELLE???? MICHELLE????' empty house - after maybe three hours of sleep.
OH HER HOUSE IS THE BEST HOUSE EVER. and her puppies are AMAZING...
have a coffee.
ohhhh. yeah. volunteer work or something at the sydney film festival.
so she calls and we have an amazing breakfast (in marrickville, you wouldnt believe it, hell. i didn't)....she gets a window face haircut...and then work. after maybe three hours of sleep. deal with boring work. and land at the dungeon of rindaaaa.
fucking exhausted.
fucking hell that was long... i maybe i'm not so 'exhausted'...ha
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