Quite an uninspiring day today. Did chem. Went out with mum. It rained. Had lunch at Poppos. Brought apples. Went home. Saw Jet Li on the bus on the way. Yea...what?

Yes, I saw Jet Li dressed as an old man in almost-rags with greying hair. He had green bags of groceries and was on his way home from IGA. It was raining and he had no umbrella, but he didn't seem to mind to much. I assure you, I am fine, i don't have impaired eyesight or brain damage. If superfamous action movies stars fancy a brief stint as soggy grandpas hit on hard times, I'm not one to step in and stringently
proclaim he resume sauntering down glitzy hallways and red carpets for us to oogle at. Who doesn't need a break from wealth and legions of lady admirers?

I am aware my soundness of mind will be scrutinised and disputed. But if you don't believe me ask the man himself.
That's all.

I have tons of chem to return to. Joy is me.

I have a charming little ditty to share, not by me I'm afraid.

Last night I was reckless
Didn’t brush my teeth
And went to bed tasting
My dinner all night.

And it tasted good.
Peter Brown

I've been reading Augie March lyrics yesterday and I just get them out of my brain. Honestly, you just don't see this type of work everyday. I am fickle when it comes to music but I can see this sticking around for a while yet. This passage is particularly powerful for me...from the song the Keepa

In old Brazil there is a breach upon the earth they call "The Sigh",
where the gods all hang their washing out to dry,
where strange birds fly, and giants go to die,
I heard you went there for the quiet,
Well I wasn't asking why

and more from the song the cold acre. this is an all time favorite:

There's a place I've been told, and when I grow old I may go there,
I've been told that my family's bones may lie under the snow there,
And with my little bag, and with my little dog,
Who sleeps on my chest when he can't find a hole in a log,
And when I go, my dog will know to leave his old fellow and find a new pillow,
far from the chill of the cold acre.

LOVE! :D
THEY PLAY IN FREMANTLE IN AUGUST!!! im so going :d

some bad poetry that is the result of boredom and unproductive exam revision is all that came out of my brain today. It makes sense in context, but it poems are more interesting out of context I find... make of it what you will.

I wanted to go outside in the snow
Through that gap in the broken window
How far down I don’t know
Can I fall how high or how low.

I hear voices calling me
Saying unintelligible things but they are calling me
With my eyes their owners I can’t see
With my heart I know them intimately.

My world is made of turquoise and blues
Their world is of a million hues
A curiosity, my most potent muse
A vision impossible to lose.

I will leave one day and join them
At some God forsaken hour of a.m.
Will they welcome or will they condemn
Will they allow me to plant my stem.

Or will I fly until the colours below dissipate to muddled blue
Till I reach the place where nothing grew
Till I can’t be reach by no matter who
Where the air no voice can penetrate through