Shit that scares me

Location:High St,East Launceston,Australia

Ok

It's ok to style your hair.
It's ok to trim you pubes.
It's ok to wax your legs.
It's ok to wear lycra.
It's ok to show off your junk while I'm eating breakfast.
It's to have a single gear.
It's ok for that gear to be fixed.
Really, it's ok.
But not really.

Location:Bonney Ct,Melbourne Airport,Australia

Emotional high

Flying scares me. It doesn't scare me quite as much as it used to but it still scares me. One of the effects of my fear is a hightened emotional response to just about everything. Often I find myself crying over terribly banal shit or stuff that is just plain terrible. Bad TV mostly. The crying helps and it definitely feels better than the pills I used to take. Terrible shit aside my greater emotional sensitivity does make me appreciate certain things more acutely. The sky and the clouds and the ground become more beautiful. Shades of browns and greens for the ground and blues and a small amount of orange for the sky. White clouds today, no grey. Even the curve of the wing of the aircraft, its leading silver edge. The form of the black graphic lines that cover its surface. They all affect me more deeply than you would otherwise expect. Its quite an experience. Were landing now. Time to see friends and enjoy the feeling of the earth beneath my feet.

Location:Arrival Dr,Melbourne Airport,Australia

This things I believe

There is no difference between organised religion and organised political parties.

People should take care of themselves.

People should take care of other people if it is needed.

There are too many people.

Location:Union Rd,St Lucia,Australia

Management

The management of my desire is the management of my well being.

A photo of a thing like my paintings

No poetry in a list

Wake around 6am. Think of the wine I drank the previous evening. Gorgeous. Cafe. Two double shot coffees. Bike ride to South Bank. Exercise. Ride around West End for a bit. Have another coffee. Ride back to New Farm. Bike slips a gear due to the steepness of the hill. The pedal flicks back and digs deep into my right leg. It hurts. Walk the bike for a couple of meters. Get back on and continue to ride. Exercise more at home. Clean wound with iodine. Cafe. Late breakfast. Perfect food. Perfect coffee. Home. Paint well. Clean up. Have a nap. Food. Burrito and beer. Walk home. See a young couple argue. See fucked up people everywhere. Much worse than me. Another beer. Write this blog entry. They're playing Eminem. I don't mind it. Things are good, even though I may complain sometimes. Things are good. This list of events is my way of giving thanks for all I have and all that I do not have.

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