Saturday, July 7, 2012

saturday 7-7-2012 complete with all spelling and grammatical errors to ensure authenticity. :)

imn currently watching hayden touch a dog while i stare at his 440 ml can of woodstock boooouuurrrbon we are trying to call teplik as he is getting a lift on his way here. he wont answer our phone calls on loudspeaker kayla forgot hjer phone on the way to the laundromat earlier today she reckons their creepy and shes worried that someone will steal her knickers when goes to the laundromat, we are listening to kryptis. lololololololzordlolololol hayden is petting the dog like a very strange man. maybe i should type some more apparently. hayden has told me more now he is laughing at what i am typging, sheridan said hello europe hayden is a lumberjack. the other week wally did acid the other week and he thought he is acake. sherridan is eaing a mandarin semin piurs out. what did i do to my phone. sherridan is still calling reoplik off my phone but he does like to answer. what he says hello he says, teplik has whip lolololololol teplik humphs on the phone like a weirdo while sherridan woodoodeows to him teplik hangs up the phone teplik is scared of weirdos. this is a true story about real men and women. make it happenttrav., soon teplik will arrive to the residence of Hayden and Sherreidan. Old m8 k unit is here milly did you fart hayden asks the dog it is funny because the dog cannot talk english. hayden continues to try and talk to the dogh. hayden accuses the dog of being confused but i think he is confused. because he needs to know that milly only understands the glorious language of bark. hayden should probably push his beard out again because i like that. hayden please push your bead out again, notepad is very efficient at handling large kb quantities of text. hayden has puished his beard out again, wow milly stinks like poop. vagina juice.ythe vagin juice flows as freely as water.teplik enters the room like an aeroplane enters a woman. teplik is hesitant to open his birthday for fear of snakes. he proclaims he is not that dumb but all know otherwise. riddle is drawing on tepliks poker set and it is iving him an erection. teplik just does it like he does it at work. ten thousand trillian. teplik wants sheridan to make his hair all pretty and he doesnt need the big thing. the instructions are backwards cause like some of them you gotta put a thing in afterwards amd some you have to wash. gitty meow getem out. diddy mow.rid wants mum to work everything out please. extremely retarded challange that rids mum from qld organises EVERYTHING we do tonight. go to pervies , go to mowie pub. ahhh fuck. one. one. arty. one fucksake place fuckwit.melbourne brunswick north melbourne FOOTAscrayyy.old crow is yuckky.g-Rand sale! g-Rand sale! do the add do the add and filmed it. all the furniture was full of cocain. who the fuck else would by that furniture. im thinking about thinking about it. kyuss.its ten bucks to get in and we dont have money. we will pay in sex. pay entry doesnt mean a good time.all of tepliks mates get in but he, he doesnt get in. no special kids. sheridan spins while weeeeewing. hayden is shaking his GAARRREEEWWWV thang. silence is paired with the erotic sounds of kyuss while all my friends chase the cancer snake under the lulaby of the gentle pakky air. i lick your cheeks when you sleep.we have travelled through time to tepliks birthday last year and the silent goat stokes the smokey bear. there are heaps of aquariums and the penguin is wearing a hat. kayla has no idea where sheridans dark vaginal cave is. it is full of water and stingrays. it looks like she didnt even try to clean it up. we WON. trav is lookin all gangster. the did they what are they through they look like flower pettles. my hair looks fantastic. they are aware i am typing this. why is there suddenly a circle there kayla doesnt know. teplik thinks that because its pre-birthday birthday he can be a rude fucking finger pappit and answer the phone while i try and read out loud (ROL) to him, what a bent spoon. wally wants to be the black dot, alas, he will always be the cake. He doesnt know why he is making a face now he is laughing at his own jokes just like arways. Wally has now transformed from a cake into a black dot. physics is amazed, wally wishes his cock was a black dot? Hayden has no pants on. I like this very much, possibly mnore than Sherridan? Hayden ius noiw luaghing at his own pants off sich. Hahaha black doot. Are you sure you dont have to answer your phone again Teplik you fucking sponge. Teplik is fucking waiting.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

the sky loves us.

They're telling dangerous lies again,
while humans all just play pretend,
like its a legacy we should kill to defend,
again and again and again.

they come to save our lives,
a planet quarantined beyond our skies,
so we don't use our under-developed minds,
to obliterate a galaxy of light.

i desperately wait for there assistance,
so grateful for their persistence,
for our devastating existence,
but our Televisions block their transmissions.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

not so distant galaxies

I had an incredible dream last night.
I looked up at the stary sky
That lit up the night
Where colors and planets shone just as bright

The stars nested in a midnight rainbow
And planets were friends not foe.
Gazing through a constricting window
but outside made me excited for home

I can't wait for daylight to rest its head
To see the stary sky again
And secretly pretend
That we see space for what it really is

Monday, March 12, 2012

secrets.

Often my mind decorates my vision,
Too rich with my decision.
Time is a fabrication,
Yet I remain impatient
Spending all of it dreaming
Of infinite reasons
to miss the way you breath
Or the way you look at me
Or the safety in your arms
And those calloused palms
I just like going to sleep
With your heart right next to me
And I love reminding myself
That what's lost can be found.
When I say I love you I mean it
I trust you with my secrets.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

shut up.

Is this all you've got for me?
Whatever happened to honesty?
You tucked it under hypocrisies.
And a scaley monarchy.
I exchanged a 22 year nightmare,
For a reality to scared
of there own brainwashed heads
Comfortable with being spoon fed.
The lack of love is outstanding,
paired with a lack of understanding,
They've no right demanding
like we owe them anything.
consume, be silent, die?
Go to war and fight?
Look me in my third eye
And try to justify
Why there's poison in our taps
Why you take your promises back
why you pat those on the back
Who keep whole countries under attack
Why you refuse a cure to cancer
Why you confuse a truthful answer
with over complicated banter
To make stupidity sound fancier.
I'm going to bed to dream
of the places I have been
Outside this lonely galaxy
And hope there love can rescue me.

Monday, February 13, 2012

crumpets

Star dirt conceals me
Everything will be alright,
But sometimes I can't breathe,
or eat or sleep at night.
I'm trying to move myself,
trying to de-program the mess.
Hiding to boycott help,
and get inside my head.
Daisy's are home grown,
In a world of maniacs.
And we call it home,
But its home we lack.
We're all energy,
I just can't see mine.
I don't mean to expect anything,
but to pass time.
I curl the tidle wave,
That wipes a city clean and dirty.
those I miss, I save,
Those I save aren't perfect.

cuddles and kisses,
Or violence and blisters?
encouragement and comfort,
Or solitary confinement?
a bedtime story and a kiss on the cheek,
Or a bare mattress and a plastic sheet?
affection and praise,
or wrath, temper and threatening breath to face?

a lifetime of pain,
change and my own mind,
Short on both again?
Leave your jewels behind
Ive no quarrel alone,
And crumble under affection,
but what would I know,
without a sense of direction?
Rain clouds in the rooftops,
We wonder far too much.
A million galaxies in a box,
Can't decipher this lack of love

Saturday, January 21, 2012

universes and metophores

I'm bored of this planet
As much as I'm devastated by it.
peeling back the static
Delivered via lack of wit.
I need to be here
Its vaguely understood.
Amongst the fear
And the tragically no-good.
But it takes unwilling dedication
to keep myself on track.
Years of condemnation
While lies replace facts.
Get me out of here
for a mere un-mistaken visit,
stimulate my hemesphere
And remind me why I did it.
I just want to go home
Earth is dark and lonely.
Beyond the path we're shown
lies the truth that will always save me.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

I've forgotten how to ask for help,
But I'm okay, I'm fine.
I can't find a plausible way out,
But I left the demon behind.
My insides are a colossal soup,
But honestly i couldn't be better.
Layered shit like a chicken coop,
But my what lovely weather.
I guess I'd ask for help maybe
if I knew where to start.
but times they are'a changing,
And I predict a change of heart.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

kosmic lessons

You stole everything from me
I'm taking it all back
I lived your morbid hypocrisy
and never got the nack
nobody kept me safe
Because you violated my soul
Threw me to the flames
and buried me in coal
But the past is the past
and that's where you're staying
you say the years went so fast?
Not from where I'm standing
the devil fell pregnant again
And cursed the blissful stars
I tried fo help your heart mend
But you took it all too far
What you did to me lingers
In every relationship I make
So you can take those demonic fingers
And imbed them in your face.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Im okay on my own
I carry my home
Wherever my heart goes
with all my fingers and toes

You hurry your feet
Rinse and repeat
Half waiting to retreat
half waiting for me

Just enough effort
to convince me you want it
But never an excess of it
To settle my conscious

Didn't plan on caring
I can't stop staring
You're closed, I'm bearing
Sometimes its far too scary

But I have no choice
my eyes are my voice
I like girls, I like boys
Different mess, same noise

Saturday, December 31, 2011

nobody worth blaming.

Holding onto my stomach,
with both hands and a wall.
Guess Ive gotta stop running,
If I refuse to fall.
But where do I go,
When my insides escape?
Another chance blown,
When you promised I was safe.
I want to love,
but always at arms length.
Did it to myself,
Again and again and again.
where's my bright light?
Where are my wings?
Another lonely night,
Despite the company.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

glast.

Truth is I made you up, pretended you were worthy.
I may have been in love, but you were far from perfect.
I know better than to believe, what careless sheep declare.
But you never wanted me, and I never wanted to care.
I told u we were nothing, you insisted you were serious.
but I KNEW you'd end up running, but I still let you be mysterious.
I know u couldn't care less, and I'm pretending that's fine.
but my heart's a fucking mess, and its sick of being left behind.
I never want to see a dick, again in my whole life.
I know I don't need u to give a shit, but fuck it would be nice.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Mothership.









My world wont fail me.
They're on their way.
I'm happy waiting.
but I miss space.


My words wont fail me.
Not today.
Replace the hating.
We're all okay.



join us.












Monday, October 3, 2011

....










Sunday, September 25, 2011

Sunday, September 4, 2011

that guy.

some space, thats all he needs.
because he doesnt know  anymore.
we all know what that realy means,
but i leave behind my world and walk out the door.

keep busy, avoid neurvious pacing.
clutching a washing machine stomache,
dizzy from your heart racing,
a battle with my mind, trying to out run it.

i wont force a fish to walk,
and i wont forbid a bird to fly.
so if i cant give him what his looking for,
ill gracefully step aside

but it fucking hurts.
everything fucking hurts.
yesterday i still felt like the luckyest girl alive...
...
i was gonna' finish this post, but then i got high.


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Dream Frostbites.

"...When it feels like it's everybody for themselves,
And the place where ya living is'nt far from hell,
And they keep tellin' you, you were born to fail,
And everybody say they real but it's too hard to tell.
So until I die, I'mma always grind.
I'mma be ok, I'mma be alright.
If they say I fail, that would be a lie.
But there aint no such thing as a tie.
They only love ya when ya on..."

eyes, open.

Monday, August 8, 2011

More "Lyrics of great social and political importance."








immortal technique.


"...I'm from where they overthrow democratic leaders
not for the people but for the Wall Street Journal readers
from where blacks, indigenous peoples and Asians were once
slaves of the Caucasians and it's amazing how they trained them
to be racist against themselves in a place they were raised in
and you kept us caged in
destroyed our culture and said that you civilized us
raped our woman and when we were born you despised us
gentrified us, agent provocateurs divide us
and crucified every revolutionary messiah
so I'ma start a global riot
that not even your fake
anti-communist dictators can keep quiet..."

"lyrics of great social and political importance."






Artist: Immortal Technique f/ Mos Def & Eminem.
Album: Bin Laden 12"
Song: Bin Laden

Lyrics:

Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
Every day, man
It's like these motherfuckers is just like professional liars
YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
Listen


Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga

I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
And if you speak about the evil that the government does
The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
All they talk about is terrorism on television
They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga

They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal

(I don't rap for dead presidents
I'd rather see the president dead
It's never been said but I set precedents)


Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)
Tell the truth, nigga
(Bush knocked down the towers)


(Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours)

To Sydney and back in one day.



Fucking exhausted. Want cuddles.






                             ☮

Friday, August 5, 2011

a Floyd of Pink.












Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall
Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Ooooh aah, is it just a waste of time

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama will keep baby cosy and warm
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall


Mother do think she's good enough for me
Mother do think she's dangerous to me
Mother will she tear your little boy apart
Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up till you get in
Mama will always find out where
You've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
You'll always be a baby to me


Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother, did it need to be so high. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

dear баща







i had a dream last night.
you were not yet divorced.
we got into the biggest fight,
and you told me what you thought.

i yelled at you so hard,
tears came out my mouth.
but you just got in your car,
and  worried about yourself.

i told майка i couldn't breath,
hoping someone would care.
but of course she deserted me,
i was so fucking scared.

i grabbed her by the buttons on her shirt,
just when she was leaving,
devastated, i look up at her,
begging, loving, needing.

but i stood in public, alone 
emotionally obliterated
with nowhere to call home,
embarrassed and intimidated.

then suddenly i'm in bed,
soaking in rejection.
i run to there bedroom,
desperate for affection.

"why don't you  love me!?"
i screamed like a beast.
"its YOUR fault i'm not free,
YOU DID THIS TO ME."

but nothing came out, 
your cowardice mouth.
you sat there like a stone.
no regard to the pain i felt,

i begged you to explain,
but you did not utter a sound.
how can i sleep, when my hearts' in so much pain?
how could you exist, when your's could not be found?

so i crawled back to bed ready to die,
feeling like a fucking mistake,
when through my wall, i hear you cry.
and i feel you accept your fate.

i think deep down you know,
you should have dealt with your problems.
before they took control,
and you could no longer solve them.

you know karmas got you,
so you have admitted defeat.
you know exactly what you've put me through,
and that its way to late to retreat.

life is just to hard, 
when you worry about me,
because your convinced you cant make up,
for the damage your life has done to me.

so you dismiss me constantly,
just wishing i would shut up.
claiming "i don't know what you want from me?"
telling me to "grow up."

your just not man enough to face the truth
and i'm truly sorry for that,
because i cant keep hoping for something from you,
that i've never really had.

i realise all i can do is walk away,
or i'm going to die here.
i'm not prepared to share your fate,
your free now, to live your life in fear.


so have another drink.