i like going to gigs. im scared of starting uni. i feel like a child still. im excited that
i cant stand my own mind. america when will we end the human war... go fuck yourself with your atom bomb. i dont feel good dont bother me. i wont write my poem til im in my right mind. america when will you be angelic... when will you take off your clothes... when will you look at yourself through the grave...when will you be worthy of your million trotskyites... america why are your libraries full of tears... america when will you send your eggs to india... im sick of your insane demands. when can i go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks... america after all it is you and i who are perfect not the next world. your machinery is too much for me. you made me want to be a saint. there must be some other way to settle this argument. burroughs is in tangiers i dont think he'll come back it's sinister. are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke... im trying to come to the point. i refuse to give up my obsession. america stop pushing i know what im doing. america the plum blossoms are falling. i havent read the newspapers for months. everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. america i feel sentimental about the wobblies. america i used to be a communist when i was a kid and im not sorry. i smoke marijuana every chance i get. i sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. when i go to chinatown i get drunk and never get laid. my mind is made up theres going to be trouble. you should have seen me reading marx. my psychoanalyst thinks im perfectly right. i wont say the lords prayer. i have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. america i still havent told you what you did to uncle max after he came over from russia.
america it's them bad russians. them russians them russians and them chinamen. and them russians. the russia wants to eat us alive.
i felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every panda that wouldnt screw to save its species. i wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the french beaches id never see. i wanted to breathe smoke.eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
breakfast at tiffanys.
garden state.
fight club.
sin city.
almost famous.
amelie.
hot fuzz.
donnie darko.
being john malkovich.
the breakfast club.
king of kong: a fistful of quarters.
the four books of the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy trilogy.
the great gatsby.
will you please be quiet please.
of mice and men.
harry potter.
fox in socks.
the outsider.almost perfect.
i like watching the milk being poured into my tea. the swirling makes me very very happy. dancing along to the music in my head at the tram stop late at night also makes me happy. you know that random that looks drug fucked dancing up the middle of the city streets singing duran duran just a little too loudly. yep. you guessed it. thats me. i really enjoy cutting my hair. hence why i dont really have any left. i dont mind though. i think i've owned it quite well. it needs a good perm though. i love wearing stupid clothes. johnathon says i make crap things look good. i think that will be my epitaph. it speaks worled about me. very very insightful. i moved out. perhaps thats why people think im so much older than what i am. i like writing. thats why i keep my column even though i got totally fucked over by the new editor. no matter. i love my friends. they are what makes me who i am. thats why i care so much.
are the bestest. no really. they're awesome. i didnt get let into the gameboy club at school. im just not that kind of cool. so i settled for choir and chess and stage band and public speaking and debating and rock eisteddfod and school captain and english club and maths club and... yeah im a nerd. deal with it. i like maths. patterns make my brain happy. thats why im doing an arts degree.
more specifically. kendal means king of the fields. im not a king. nor do i like fields. my destined landscape is the lanescape.
i belong in the city. even when there's nothing to do i find something amazing to pass the time in the city. even just taking a different route to my tram stop after uni affords me amazing adventures in jazz filled laneways and picturesque cafes.
i am distantly related to royalty. bonny prince charlie. look him up. he's pretty fucken rad. cos he's related to me. not cos he fucked over the english in the name of scottish pride and was basically a spoilt alcoholic aristocrat but is remembered as some what of a hero. he's my kind of hero.
otherwise im pretty normal. no. really.i drew a picture to make it easier......and to pass the time in the postmodernism lectures.no-one needs to know that shit.....you just need to know this...
michael made a song for me.
obviously there is no one in the world quite as cool as us.
ive pretty much stopped caring about everything except friends fun and music. my first uni assignment was late and i didnt bat an eyelid. i moved out and felt no different at all. i went swimming in the ocean on a 14 degree day and then wandered around in a bikini for a few hours and made myself sick. i drove the great ocean road at night and didnt think once that i could quite easily die from the one hour of sleep i got the night before. i regularly take 6 nodoze pills with three cans of v to get all my homework done or stay awake on the road or be awake at work or just awake all the time in general. i dont pay. i watch tv when i should be studying. i sleep in when i should be working. i go on myspace when i should be working. i scan photos when i should be working. i spend way too much money on food and polaroid films. there is no such thing as too many photos. slutty 6 year olds make me sick. i had my first hang over the other day. i threw up from it. that was the first time ive thrown up in four years so i had panadol red bull toast and went to work. i push people to see if they'll punch me. they punch me anyway. i get put down and still go back. im a pretty shit person most of the time. im ambiguous. people always say 'you remind me of...' either referring to my appearance or my personality. so im obviously more normal than you. normal is every where. by that rationale if people like me or just me in general are every where then im normal. you arent every where. youre not normal. i dont like normal. i think too much. please tell me to shut up.
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this man is my new hero. his name is steve wiebe and he is awesome. he's a record breaking donkey kong player. and billy mitchell is the devil.
this is my new celebrity crush.