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Bileboy

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About Me

Hey! I'm Andrew.Moving on, I'm passionate about writing and editing - I work as a subeditor for an unnamed magazine and my job pays bills like a champ. I love art of all descriptions and I've played guitar for so long you'd really think I'd be better at it. I write short stories, articles and poetry and that's what really makes me tick. Send me your stuff!I have it on reliable information I'm an ambitious sack of shit. I've worked as a fruit picker, factory worker, truck-stop cleaner, comedy writer, journalist, student-rag editor, freelance designer, subeditor and dole-bludging scumbag before I sat down and started writing this.

How I made my profile:
I used MyWackoSpace.com 's amazing MySpace Editor .

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who have passions. If you're into it, then I'd love to hear about it, and why. I like talented people, and ambitious people. I like scumbags, and bogans. I like people who wear what's clean. I like people who dislike karaoke. I like people who have suffered, because those people know the value of hard work and humility. If you're the sort of person I don't like, you've already stopped reading so that's cool too.

My Blog

A Sonnet for the Jobless

NB: Centrelink (or Sennalink as clients call it) is the government social welfare body in Oz. You got no job, you go into the Sennalink office twice a month and lie about all the jobs you're looking f...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 08:33:00 GMT

A Sonnet for Breathing

My God, youre dancing  hands like startled dovesAnd gently curving ankles keep my timeJust so. Syncopated hearts intermeshWith lips, rhythmic eyes and then the coda&Twin systems colliding. Its term...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 16:28:00 GMT

Insane flatmates - is a good punching REALLY enough to break their spirit? Bileboy decides.

The theme for today's jolly little blog today is flatmates. Hands up whos had a sane one. Oooh you. And you up the back too. Thats awesome! Nontheless, I don't want to sound uncharitable when I say ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 21:36:00 GMT

A tiny slice of twilight fancy

Moonlight stops and steps and skims like stones across the waterWhile the dragonfliesLand.Pause, and gather thought.
Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 01:42:00 GMT

Grist for the Poetry Mill

Trying to write a new poem every day, and post every second. So here we are. Maybe one of you guys might like it, or get a smile.One is for that certain way you held my hand and grinned,Two is for tha...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:37:00 GMT

Midnight Whimsy

Lets race around the world and hail the winner as king.Lets sling onto the moon and share the silver he brings.Lets hold our breath for fun among the monsters at the bottom of theOcean. Lets embra...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 21:30:00 GMT

The Snapback

'Click' splits the silence as I chambered the round.'Clack' followed closely, a meatier sound.'Snick' spits metallic as my thumbs hauls the hammer fullBack with a knuckle full of hornets and clamour. ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 22:29:00 GMT

Pointless blog of horror and degradation.

Life's all about challenge. I think it was Adolf Hitler who said a man without a challenge is like a risotto without shaved parmesan. Or maybe that was Ramsey. But anyway, Hitler defininitely said som...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 01:38:00 GMT

Okay, gloves off - the meaning of life

Sup peeps. Let's dispense with that tiresome intro thing. What's the meaning of life? I've recently had an experience which served to give me constant panic attacks, which is pretty far down the aweso...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:03:00 GMT

UNFINISHED STEAMPUNK POEM

STEAMPUNK POEM (UNFINISHED)I've an airship built of canvas, clocksAnd bladders filled with steam.I've built a deck of tin - belowMy monkeys work, and sweat, and scream.Copper boilers fat with cokeAnd ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Feb 2009 01:01:00 GMT