Should have seen this one coming. This is how it happens. Everything is fine, great even, and then this. There’s no harbinger either. The skies are clear, there’s no unidentified rattling sounds, nothing in the x-ray. Your only real warning is your own lack of expectedness. It’s like the slow ascent of a rollercoaster. You know the fall is coming, but the anticipation is so distracting that when the rickety car tips the apex and begins its plunge, you’re all like “Woah”.
I love this song. I drink it in everyday, sometimes two or three times. It hydrates that bit of me I didn’t know was parched. Smiling, foot tapping, I try to audit a different layer each time so it never sounds the same.
This one is a little old now (2003)… but what a stunner.
“Eddie spends her pocket money obsessively hoarding fireworks and carefully planning for cracker night. When it finally it arrives, Eddie and her family head to the local football oval. In the frosty air Eddie lights the fuse of her first cracker and experiences a pivotal moment, one of the seemingly small experiences of childhood, that affects us for the rest of our lives.”
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He strides through the room, cutting it in two with his perfectly tailored black suit. Eyes fixed on an imaginary reflection on the floor. He watches it slide. It travels at a constant metre in front of him requiring him to hold his head at a perfect 45 degree angle, further accentuating an already resplendent jaw line while allowing him just enough peripheral vision to note the room’s noticers. It was a fine entrance. Read the rest of this entry »
Earlier this month, my cheeks, chin and upper lip called a meeting to discuss convergence. The outcome of which, was the decision to grow a secret moustache.
“I think you’ll find, that only under a veil of slightly ginger, curly hair will we achieve the privacy required to pull this caper off,” exclaimed Chin. His geography has always allowed him to assert a certain level of authority over Lip and Cheeks.
“You’re the boss, Chin. You’re the boss.”
I wrote the following in my notebook while lying in a sedation room after the dentist gave me a whole bunch of roofies. As such, I remember very little of this experience.
You can read a background on how I came to be in this situation here.
It’s been 30 minutes since I took the drugs. I’m very aware of their symptoms… I think. I definitely feel sleepy. The person sat next to me here in the sedation room has been here much longer than I have and isn’t yet ‘outofit’ so they’ve just given him some more drugs… Read the rest of this entry »
My mate Justyn sent me the link to this video the other day, and I just can not stop watching it.
You know that feeling you get when you see something so much cooler than anything you could ever hope to accomplish? That kind of slightly sickly feeling, like ‘oh god, I’m so average’ sort of feeling, but mixed in with some ‘kind of excited that I’m witnessing someone else being awesome’ feeling? That’s how I feel when I watch this. Then I got worried that my liking this video might mean I’m racist. I then became even more concerned that I was racist just for thinking that. Read the rest of this entry »
I fell off my bike on Sunday. I didn’t crash it, I didn’t come off it while pulling some mean skids, I fell off it. Or to be more precise, while waiting at the lights of a very busy K road intersection, my bike and I together fell over while practically stationary. If the immediate moments just prior to my falling off were to receive an award, it would be for ‘Situation-Most-Likely-To-Not-End-In-An-Embarrassing-Fall’. And it would come with an enormous trophy, the top of which would be adorned with a tiny little brass figurine of me looking like a complete fuckwit. Read the rest of this entry »
Despite it all, there are times (usually just after Spike leaves) when he is positive that he is a boring person. Sure he’s got some catchy hooks, some snappy threads and some even better clips, but every now and then he catches a glimpse of himself and an undeniable truth bends in his reflection, “I am a boring vapid yawn walking a lifeless life.”
This might effect his self-esteem if he thought anyone else had standards as high as his. But I don’t think he does. He is King Zero. Read the rest of this entry »
