jam

at work today i looked at my watch and the time was 3:17pm i opened a slim sachet of 3 in 1 coffee mix into a plastic green basic miltary training mug and doused it in hot water from the water cooler. there are two water coolers in the vicinity of my office and in the past 3 months i have been always confused as to which one to use cause both of them seem to be about the same distance but i am never sure. i finally one day decided to measure the number of steps each route took. the water cooler to the left of the office was 29 steps and the one to the right was 23 steps. i now patronise water cooler on the right. it is also closer to the toilet which is 34 steps away. when i walk to the toilet or the water cooler to refill my water bottle i imagine a computer screen loading bar the sort you would see when you download something and the more i walk the further the load % blue bar lurches forward
anyway i made my coffee and then i sat down and listened to people talk rubbish in the office and after awhile it looked like it was going to rain and just a little it indeed began to rain. i was halfway through the cup of coffee when a grumpy old army man came into the office and started hollering at people to do stuff even though we do him favours all the time and my friend whispered to me and asked me to guess when the last time he had sex was and his guess was at least 17 years ago which must be really sad not to have any loving going on for that long but this army man was such a fuckin awful soul 17 years seems really modest and entirely possible.
i read the papers again a little about molesters that have been caught and the complaint section which is always funny because you can see how pissed off people are at everything in general but mostly pissed off about the efficiency of transport and the level of security. another favorite topic to 'discuss' (there is no discussion people just bitch about it)is the level of service standards in our very fully conscious country.
after i finished the last of my coffee i started to wish i was back at home reclining on the sofa having a strawberry jam sandwich watching television and tearing into a cold six pack, which i eventually did later on that night.

the genius of the crowd

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Don't matter if it is nine to five or timeless and unique

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique -
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.

another day

yet another day in the life.
at home everything has been fine except for a little something that happened last night. someone came into my place and nicked my bike that i've been riding since i was 12 which made me pretty upset. it's not so much the crappy bike that got stolen, it is that someone had the audacity to come into my house, my fucking land man, and take something that belongs to me. i was pretty upset this morning when i found out my bicycle got stolen.
in other news the weather is ridiculously hot, i took 4 showers today. i had dinner with my parents and i went to church. another one bit the dust in the block next to questals and there was the standard funeral set up at the void deck. i bet they had curry chicken and melon seeds there.
tiger beer has a new can which looks damn swee and makes me want to drink lots of it even though its the same beer inside.
why i write here i dont even know.

oo gui

you can't make a turtle come out
you can coax him or call him or shake him or shout, but
you can't make a turtle come out
be kind to your four-footed friends
a poke makes a turtle retreat at both ends and
so you'll have to patiently wait
and when he gets ready he'll open the gate
and when you forget that he's there
he will be walking around with his head in the air

constant discharge

constant discharge constant discharge constant discharge constant discharge
constant discharge constant discharge constand dischargte constant discharge constnad dischrage constand discrhage csontstand discharge csontcstand disguhard cosntand dischage conaeNC

Lunch

It is not very often that I get a break like this, two and a half hours off work. Lucky for me, work is only three train stops from home. I do not wait for the heater but instead take a cold shower that pulls my skin as taut as a grape.

I look in the mirror while toweling myself dry and observe my face carefully for the first time in years.










I am still young.

military!

cuddling my semi-automatic what a very fuzzy feeling