Flashes

Flashes of brilliance come to me and I'll been damned, I haven't the faculty to recall them.

Melanie

Is a shameless random blog cheater.

Mums this Weekend

I am looking forward to this. To avoid the dry heat of Melbourne and to stew in Brisbane. Listen to the crickets before the rain and to enjoy the rain clouds boil over and onto the back verandah. It will smell of wet dog. The black bits of grass will stick to my legs long after they have dried. I will itch but not profusely. Scratch dog, scratch legs then wander around for a bit wondering what to do at mums for the day. Better check the fridge.

Pony and Optmism.

It appears I need to be doing something...That would be anything that is not what I am currently doing.

There is this Nietzschean awareness growing like a friendly fungus. A realization that this crap, this boring, go nowhere, repetitiousness hell is a sign of optimism. In order to mosey around the fishbowl daily it has to be a sign that under all this horseshit has got to be a pony.

Hopefully a strawberry roan.