Have Heart

changed my life

fuck study off

liquid thought

tainted deep blue,
whispers with sand,
folds onto shelfs, into mouths,
soak yourself,

through the cracks of my skull,
its washing as im watching,
learning, breathing,
condensing thoughts

liquid thought will never rust,
until the desert dries and i turn to dust,

questions

expand your mind, ide rather be asked a question than told an 'answer' anyday

dreams are

lines

one day, will this all make sense?

update

Time unravels itself in mysterious ways and I’ve found myself changing ever so often these days. Like a garden your life grows at a fascinating rate, new leaves and contacts can blossom overnight and can consequently leave you feeling strung out. this can cause one to become overwhelmed with embarrassing reunions with shifty looking birds who think they know you, or actually do know you but and you were to shitfaced to remember their names or what they looked like. Yep, now you’re feeling stupid, but hey, crawling into a little ball won’t save your ass. No, you've goto face the music and that potential slap in the face for your rowdy efforts. Events like this coupled with a nasty hangover can leave your average bloke feeling like he's just watched the matrix series back to back. It’s at this point in time where instead of resorting to playing house arrest with your imaginary friends; you leap onto blogspot in a last minute attempt at attaining sanity.

This week has been pretty lame, the surfs out of reach due to its enormity, my dads camera isn't adjusting to light properly, my beloved mp3 decided to kark it after 4 years of loyal service and to top it off my brain cells had a rough encounter with constable gin and side show vodka.

The north coast of nsw is now covered in a liquid goo combination of water, mud and cow carcasses, which is said to have the Iluka locals licking their chops at the thought of such a tantalizing concoction. But seriously, pnau know where it’s at...