Gagaggahagghghagh!!

I really need to blog, but I don’t have time tonight!
I feel all cooped up in my own skull! I can’t sustain the verbal ventilation upon which my sanity depends and is accustomed. I’ll summaries:

• Energy drinks make me finicky.
• I like Italian films.
• My little brother is 18 in a few days. That makes me feel strange.
• I haven’t heard from my father in a week … that is the longest since I was born. 
• We got a new TV, because the one I fixed made weird noises. I’m a poor technician.
• I’m way too good with money. I should be a banker, or the Vatican. 
• I twisted my ankle today, playing with a stranger’s dog.
• I’m wearing an itchy sweater but it feels like a hug. And fleas.
• I recommend the band ‘Dinosaur Feathers’ to my friends and followers. I like them, I don’t know if you will. Try ‘Parallel July’ out. 
• I cooked with garlic today. I hate garlic, but I’m trying to patch things up between us.
• My roommate explained cold fusion to me. People who don’t understand science and technology are useless - get with the times, Hippies. 
  
  Adios. 

Antipode

Like ether, as and in and of
A warmth inside a vacant brain;
A light from fingertips, her hand;
A sense of love without the feign,
And as sun sets, to rise for her
I take the cold as I prefer -
In lovely limbic fluency
An air of distant grace and calm
I walk through annals of sweet repose
As now for her, my fear disarmed
Though life may be a masquerade
She’s shared her face, her love pervade.

27/5/2012 

Hear My Soul Speak

The morning was cold and grey and I dressed to reflect that; all blacks and grey, thick, trimmed sideburns, scarf. I live on top of a steep mountain from which the ocean is visible on the horizon. As I walked down this morning, the road was closed and littered with men in construction gear, large trucks and dozers. The entire stretch of road - 400 metres or so - was warm, fresh tar, like a river of human distortion. But it was nice. Like a campfire, it emitted heat and smelt wonderful. You know those few odd perverted chemical smells which you secretly enjoy; warm tar. I leant over the steaming hot river of semi-liquid hydrocarbons, inhaled a dangerous amount of fumes and held my hands out to warm. The world span slightly more than usual and I felt real.
 
Having tasted the soul of human industrialisation this morning, I was seeing the world through a different lens. The throbbing of the traffic lights like a heart beat, the rushing cars a cold shot of blood to the brain. My tutorial started as I entered, Madeline tilted her head to the side and back with an impressed smile. It was cold so I dressed like a gentleman and she seemed to like that. She has this wonderfully candid way of making a conversion out of nothing, her voice is harsh yet sweet. I’d liken it to the smell of tar, but it’s much more like an eclipse. It’s lovely; dark and unusual. Of course, the sun came out and I was suddenly overdressed. We’re having a party next week, for which we’ll provide personal dishes. That excites me. I love cooking for other people.

I made my way home and as I climbed the hill on which I live, I raced a steamroller. The driver jokingly challenged me as I passed, and I accepted. It might not sound hard to outrun a steamroller, but the hill is very steep and high. The driver laughed and urged me on, I sprinted with a coat under one arm and a suitcase in my other hand. The sun was directly in my eyes and I’d left my sunglasses at home, so I squinted and panted and laughed. The other construction workers cheered as I slowed down, sweat beading my brow. My mouth was so dry and I smelt like salt and vinegar chips. I do 10 kilometres a day, everyday, and I have good stamina … but this was really tough. I continued on, biting my lip, and at the top, where the fresh road ended, the driver flicked of his hat and gave me a thumbs up, shouting “Jesus, kid!”
I voicelessly wheezed and saluted him and finished the hike. At home, I collapsed in bed and slept for a few hours. I dreamt of oceans and birds. I wrote a letter and I came here. I don’t know what I learnt from these experiences, but I’m glad they happened. I’m glad I have the chance to waste my life with idol thoughts, empty challenges and pretty girls with strange voices. I like my life.

Adios.