Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Saturday, 5 November 2011
I am a cake
I am cake batter. I am cake batter all sticky and eggy and spicy (I am ginger cake). I am liquid sort of thick though, and cold and it isn’t very pleasant to be me right now I tell you. There are fingers dipping in me, my body wants to fight back but it can’t. When the fingers pull out it hurts and my body sticks to them and the fingers put me in mouths. It’s okay though, I’m used to it. I’m cake batter. When I get poured out of my bowl it’s okay too. I don’t really like the bowl; I like the tin. The tin is my favourite place. The tin goes in the oven and it is warm and I feel happy and I swell with assurance and pride and probably hot air, though without conceit. The oven is nice, the tin is nice, it is nice to be cake batter in these places. I am happy in these places. I am happy.
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
BEd, Bachelor of Education
Bed is my favourite place
like a brewery is an alcoholic's.
The source of my pleasure
is the source of my pain.
It is 3:14am.
Eye drylids are my
and I am cobbling words from emails I sent earlier.
There is such a thing as too much of a good thing,
absence does make the heart grow fonder,
and clichés are clichéd for a reason.
I spend whole days here.
Where do you think I'm writing this from?
My default position is propped up against pillows
which are propped up against headboard,
but the satisfaction of any given day can be measured
by the amount of time I manage to escape this room.
Every day starts and ends here
and sometimes the addiction proves so strong
that the period in between is spent here also.
The bed is a tomb.
The bed is an escape.
The bed is where I have read the most stories.
The bed is queen sized.
The bed is warm.
The bed is safe.
The bed is a thing
that I am glad I can take comfort in.
that separates me from the abyss.
that can be relied on to hug me.
that I trust.
that I love
like a brewery is an alcoholic's.
The source of my pleasure
is the source of my pain.
It is 3:14am.
Eye drylids are my
and I am cobbling words from emails I sent earlier.
There is such a thing as too much of a good thing,
absence does make the heart grow fonder,
and clichés are clichéd for a reason.
I spend whole days here.
Where do you think I'm writing this from?
My default position is propped up against pillows
which are propped up against headboard,
but the satisfaction of any given day can be measured
by the amount of time I manage to escape this room.
Every day starts and ends here
and sometimes the addiction proves so strong
that the period in between is spent here also.
The bed is a tomb.
The bed is an escape.
The bed is where I have read the most stories.
The bed is queen sized.
The bed is warm.
The bed is safe.
The bed is a thing
that I am glad I can take comfort in.
that separates me from the abyss.
that can be relied on to hug me.
that I trust.
that I love
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
pt. 1
my favourite place is 'home'
home used to be wherever you were
now it's just wherever all of my stuff is
Thursday, 20 October 2011
drake's embrace
was just wondering whether i still get to contribute to antipobros when i am overseas
b/c australia is, on reflection, one of my fave places
& so is the innernette, in a way...
b/c australia is, on reflection, one of my fave places
& so is the innernette, in a way...
1986
My favourite place is 1986
is that a place?
or a time?
in my mind it's definitely a place
I was 15 and I used to do things to my hair
like number 2 at the back and sides with a really long fringe
or a half-hawk
I cut my own hair once and had to go to the haircut place to get it fixed
the barber
the hairdresser
I told her "no I did not cut my hair myself"
and she pressed her breasts against my shoulder as she fixed me up
I also went to America with my friend and his family oh no that was 1987
I was 16 then
In 1986 I went to Hong Kong with my mum and my sister
My dad died when I was 8
My brother was living in England for a bit
In Hong Kong I bought a denim jacket at Stanley Markets
it had cartoon print on the inside and I never wore it once I got back home
It looked terrible
I can't really pull off a denim jacket
What do you wear it with?
You can't wear it with jeans
too much denim
But you can't wear it with other kind of pants because it looks weird?
We also had this tour guide who was 23 and I had a crush on her
We talked
but I was only 15 and she couldn't pronounce revolving restaurant
She would say revolting restaurant and everyone on the tour laughed and one fat asshole kind of guy kept trying to get her to say it properly and she just kept saying revolting and he was all no it's RE-VOL-V-ING
and I halfway think she said it that way on purpose because she was funny
I threw up in Macau
and I'm not the kind of guy who throws up a lot
I hate it actually
I went from 1988 to 2009 without vomiting
That's 21 years guys
Just to give you an idea but it really flowed out of me in Macau
I was sick from the ferry ride and the smell
but also I saw Top Gun in 1986 with my mum
My mum is really sweet and it made me want to be a fighter pilot
I actually applied to the Australian Defence Force Academy when I was in year 12
It's a long story but I went in for a whole day of testing and this one guy told me about the coordination test how you have to use a joystick and follow a dot with a circle and in my mind I thought it would be like a plane
Pull back/go up
Push forward/go down
but when I got in there it was the opposite and I messed it up and failed the coordination test which is not good for a pilot
They told me to play video games and come back in a year.
I went and got a marketing degree instead
Luckily
God, imagine me in the miltary
Anyway
I forgot what my point was
is that a place?
or a time?
in my mind it's definitely a place
I was 15 and I used to do things to my hair
like number 2 at the back and sides with a really long fringe
or a half-hawk
I cut my own hair once and had to go to the haircut place to get it fixed
the barber
the hairdresser
I told her "no I did not cut my hair myself"
and she pressed her breasts against my shoulder as she fixed me up
I also went to America with my friend and his family oh no that was 1987
I was 16 then
In 1986 I went to Hong Kong with my mum and my sister
My dad died when I was 8
My brother was living in England for a bit
In Hong Kong I bought a denim jacket at Stanley Markets
it had cartoon print on the inside and I never wore it once I got back home
It looked terrible
I can't really pull off a denim jacket
What do you wear it with?
You can't wear it with jeans
too much denim
But you can't wear it with other kind of pants because it looks weird?
We also had this tour guide who was 23 and I had a crush on her
We talked
but I was only 15 and she couldn't pronounce revolving restaurant
She would say revolting restaurant and everyone on the tour laughed and one fat asshole kind of guy kept trying to get her to say it properly and she just kept saying revolting and he was all no it's RE-VOL-V-ING
and I halfway think she said it that way on purpose because she was funny
I threw up in Macau
and I'm not the kind of guy who throws up a lot
I hate it actually
I went from 1988 to 2009 without vomiting
That's 21 years guys
Just to give you an idea but it really flowed out of me in Macau
I was sick from the ferry ride and the smell
but also I saw Top Gun in 1986 with my mum
My mum is really sweet and it made me want to be a fighter pilot
I actually applied to the Australian Defence Force Academy when I was in year 12
It's a long story but I went in for a whole day of testing and this one guy told me about the coordination test how you have to use a joystick and follow a dot with a circle and in my mind I thought it would be like a plane
Pull back/go up
Push forward/go down
but when I got in there it was the opposite and I messed it up and failed the coordination test which is not good for a pilot
They told me to play video games and come back in a year.
I went and got a marketing degree instead
Luckily
God, imagine me in the miltary
Anyway
I forgot what my point was
Friday, 14 October 2011
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