And all that you can do in them…

I bought them, for myself.
To brighten, my house.
To colour, my day.
They did.
And still I find them, with me.
Beautiful, even as they rot.

On Memory Lane, I sank a test pit into the midden of my life. A brief analysis showed a prodigious repository, estimated size: 13737 days. As I ran my hands through the shells of the days-of-my-life, I was struck by the jewel-like beauty of some, and memories of fucking fantastic times (and fantastic times fucking) [...]

“What about that one?”
“Nah.”
“But it’s big enough, and look how happy the people on her are!”
“Past performance is no guarantee of future success.”
“God you’re annoying!”
“God you’re simplistic…’Mmm people happy, boat good.’”
“I don’t think I want to buy a boat with you!”
“Fine by me!”
“Ohhhhhhh shut up!…What about that one?”

For what seemed like the longest time, the morning light brought no comfort.
My path to happiness from within, was not so much long, as littered with distraction and false-happiness. I dallied for almost a year with one diversion. But I finally recognised him for the by-catch he was and threw him back.
Now, when the light [...]

The first boy I loved, he broke my heart in front of an audience and got off on my hurt. He’s a family law lawyer now…and fat, and balding.
For me, love comes easily, but as for maintaining it…my track record shows I’m just not very good at relationships.
If only life was all sea-pools and beaches.

The Cyclops Toy Factory (now apartments), Leichhardt.

“Why do ladies wear lipstick?”
“I guess to make them look pretty…so men want to kiss them.”
” Well yours smell like lollies mummy, so men must really want to kiss you!”

On a bleak winter day, the fence was already high, but I added to it.
“Now no-one can get in, no-one, never again,” I thought foolishly to myself. Because then the sun came out, and with as little as that, I started work on a gate.