Saturday, March 27, 2010

Death Is Inevitable

The sky is grey with electric charge. The pure static joy of the clouds. The hangover from the weekend past lingers like soot. The long journey home is mixed with dread and relief. The sweet vodka burn of the longest bender yet, detachment is blanketing. I ride the train for hours at a time, the strangest feeling. " Next station, Karrakatta. " I want to get off here, but I can't. I ride to Perth. I want to get on the Clarkson train, but I can't. I walk from the station and wonder around, buy a drink or two. But even in company I feel alone with my thoughts.

Public places

Moments of hell intertwine their way into our everyday lives. The moment when your head is spinning with sickness, the lights are too bright, Asian man on one side scoffing down wok-in-a-box or whatever the fuck. Middle aged woman on your right cackling and muttering to herself. You need to bite your finger to prevent your hand back handing something. These scenarios and much much more await you at your local internet cafe.

The moment when you look at the sky at twilight and realise for the thousandths time how alone in the world we really are. The pink tinged clouds absorb you and you wish you could bleed into the clouds and paint the sky red before the sun sets on the city you hate so much.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Fucking tired the fuck out

A night goes by in a blink of an eye
Through a thousands moments, they'll all be gone
In the morning it's all just dirt
It's funny how an idea can be so worshiped and heart fluttering-ly wonderful
Just to be messed up like a newspaper left out in a storm

Clarity Spoken
Drink Plenty Of Liquor
It's A Full Days Work

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Bring Rain and Red Wine.

What is one to do, after all else is done? It's like an adventure coming to a close, what is the adventurer expected to do once it's all finished? I sit under attack of nostalgia. I'm now at a point where I could use this all to completely turn my life around or just sit and sink back into old habits and let myself become over run with bordem and cheap wine.

Last night I was talking in my sleep
I was discussing wine
You suggested shiraz
And I was happy with your taste

When I see the Autumn leaves
Dying slowly on the tree
Soon the leaves will wither and fall
Giving way to Winter frost
The sky sings to you
Here comes another great sordid calm
All my love
Am I lost?

I can taste rain
And feel it on my face
You picked me up on a dark winter day
Your car was warm
And I expected this to be always

Monday, March 15, 2010


So much has happened over the past week and a half, it feels as though it has lasted a month. In the past week I have lost my home, my possesions and my Snowy (greatest dog ever to have lived.) God damn it Snowy you mad cunt. All to the hands of my Dad. Thanks Dad! You're such a great parent! :)
But whatever.
I'm fucking pissed the fuck off.
This was infact night 12 of couch surfing. I hate this shit. I want my fucking clothes. Bawwwwww.
Bludgeon you to death with a claw hammer, take a potatoe peeler to your finger nails, stomp on your cunting head, smash in your half-rotten teeth, poor candle wax in your ugly fucking eyes and shit fucking rageeeeee.
*clears throat*
It's not all that bad, I'm eternally grateful to some good friends who have let me sleep on their beds/couches.
Over the past few nights me and some mad cunt have been watching Lord Of The Rings and I have to say they are some of the best fantasty movies ever. Of corse the books were better but the movies fucking RAPE BABIES AND KICK ASS.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Vicer Exciser

My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you’ll be alive. But not intact. I’ve sewn your lips to smile.
With your own defecation on your lips I’ll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face
Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted.
You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. And my license to kill.
Anal seepage flowing. I can’t repress the urge.
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth.
Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I’m alive.
She cried out helplessly again.
I ripped her limb from fucking limb. Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth.
I will spit right in your fucking face.
How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist.
You will never fuck again.
My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside.
Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. Byproducts of digestion soak the floor.
I’m searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste.
Flowing in your jugular.
The heart is pumping faster.
As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice.
The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work.
No anesthesia applied.
This will be everlasting.
In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Caffeine fueled bullshit adventure.

So now I'm home and in this weird sleep deprived, heat stroked, dehydrated state. Feels bad man. The whole time I was in the city I felt like I was in a music video for some kind of shitty band that has shitty soulless music of false happiness and trying to make it sound depressing but up beat at the same time, you know what kind of music I'm talking about.

Didn't see much interesting things, I saw how shit a lot of things are, I saw a lot of hopeless old homeless men and filthy abos and crack heads and what not, the usual. I did find a phone on the ground locked to telstra, which suits me perfectly. I got some seriously average coffee served by some happy bitch. Just wanted to rape the happiness out of her. Not really.

So I had a dream last time I slept, it was pretty weird. Yeah dreaming about meadows and shit again. And today I was walking down the street and facepalming at how I used to look like a massive emo while looking at even more massiver emos. I just wanted to start wrecking people. Them Lebanese bastards over charged me by $4 for a packet of smokes. Bull shit and etc.

Time is short and our breathes will hopefully be shorter.
Smoking is a slow, pleasurable and socially acceptable form of suicide and I like it.

37 degree days in autumn, fuuuuck that.

I still can't sleep. I'm about to head into the city for a cup of coffee and a pack of smokes, maybe some breakfast but shoplifting will definitely be involved. Who knows what I'll encounter on this strange Labour Day. The first day of autumn looks promisingly tame.


Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered

Friends are so alarming
My lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
schmatte, schmatte, schmatte -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered.

Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah

Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered

Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan

Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter