It’s easier sometimes. Then again, when the wind blows where she pleases, it’s not.
Friday Pan Seared Apple Dappy September 26, 2008
Made dinner, talked with no prior reservation. A beauty in our pollen honesty. I searched for these words and didnt know what they meant until just now. What my life was about until just this moment. What my breath was for until this very second.
Now everything is illuminated.
Now.
Yes.
Breathe.
Thursday Planet of The Pablo Apes September 26, 2008
My good friend wore a tweed jacket today, that made me happy. Another wrote in a book and the world conceived a metropolitan breakfast chorus. London. Beautiful.
Breathe Armani, Breathe. Yes.
Yes
Wednesday Swim against the tide September 24, 2008
Tie. Loose. Ends.
Prepare the cash, for the cash cows. Rub their hands.
Sleep with a clear heart.
Tuesday In Off The Bar Direct Tribute Portion Packet September 23, 2008
What a night, sometimes a memory flies back like an arrow.
Nothing lasts forever, except you and me. You are my mountain. You are my sea.
Monday A Boss with a Heart of Gold SkyTV with no heart September 22, 2008
The best manager I have ever had has taught me so much about life, grace and humanity. I know he wont read this, but he should. He is great. Sir Neate of the round table I salute you.
Honey rains, I breathe in good. I breathe out bad, life is beautiful.
Roses on the coffin.
Sunday 7-2 Top of The League Beach BBQ September 21, 2008
Morning people, Afternoon people, Evening people, Happy people, Sad people, people people, lonely people
slippery people, shady people, beautiful people, hungry people, rich people, poor people, hurting people, broken people, people who break, people who hurt, innocent people, guilty people, fast people, slow people, funny people, honest people, angry people….
all
my
kinda
people
Saturday Harbour Lights Don Paulo Aunty Emm A New Hope September 20, 2008
There are paper bags full of emptiness para-gliding down my street. Evaporating vacant content underneath taxi wheel arches. They distribute their print. Was this their makers doing? To feel the weight of purchase once expanding their seams, to have their bellies emptied out prior commission to swimming kerbs. They are more offices to let than derelict buildings. Unemployed Trojans on death row, drinking rain and para-gliding down my street.
Friday Have You Ever Hurt Inside Feel Like You Could? September 19, 2008
Lose your mind? Tell no one.
You convince yourself inside that maybe here there are no spies. Nothing tempers as hard as grief. Life finds a way. It always has done, it always will. Breathe, breathe. Sky Rocket, you are the bold cat. Proud of you.
Its all you need. No eat.
Thursday Colder Water September 18, 2008
Rapidly, I can see the bluff before me. The thread left trailing, an error of judgement. I can’t help but pull. Each tug reveals more of the mouse not the man. A six am walk made the day kiss my soul. Poured a glass of white out in the sunshine tonight. Sat in the garden, spoke, sat in the kitchen, poured the wine back in the bottle. Sometimes the motion and action are more beautiful than the reality. More pouring.
Breathe. Breathe. Seth Horan, Breathe. You have a gift my friend, you! You have a gift my friend.
