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Climb into the picture with me. I’ll pick a flower for you, I’ll wind one into my hair. Let’s wander through the vines and chase the Angus, “Fuck, that’s a bull!” we’ll giggle-laugh and stumble-flee. We might flick off our shoes and roll our jeans up and wade on the weedy-muddy edge of the dam. [...]
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“Well, think about it, you are the epitome of normal, compared to you, everyone is fucked up!”
“Well yes, obviously. I’m totally normal!”
…
“Apart from your irrational fear of flying.”
“Ah yes, there is that.”
“Oooh, and your panic attacks.”
“Those too.”
“And your fear of commitment.”
“Yes. And I do rather like anchovies.”
“And you’re sarcastic on a level and frequency that [...]
Filed under: friends, life, love, me, men, mental health, nonsense, observations, relationships, silliness | 5 Comments
Tags: my bestie is an honest gal
See the sun, feel the sun
I wish you could walk with me past the gardens of Frangipani and Callistemon to the beach. I wish you could breathe in with me the salt-laden, sea-fresh air. I wish you could run with me along the beach, so your heart beats fast, and your sleep-slug blood turns ruby-red. I wish you could sit-wait [...]
Filed under: australia, beaches, friends, nature, observations, photography, sunrise, words | 15 Comments
Tags: blame it on the sunshine
We laugh ’til we wet ourselves
It was my birthday. I got presents. I got flowers. I got phone calls. I got dinner (and more) with a hot man who is totally into me. I got lunch with my fantastic girlfriends. All very, very, very nice.
But the best, best, best present I got this year consisted of:
a handmade card, scrawled on [...]
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Homemade wishes
Filed under: christmas, friends, people, relationships | 17 Comments
Tags: you
I do
It is 2 am and I just told a friend I loved him, but not,
“I loves ya mate,”
and not,
“I love you like a woman loves a man,” (even though you know I’d totally do you, and then some ;))
but rather,
“Because you listen to my shit at 2am in the morning and you are a damn [...]
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Camping
At the start…
Arrive first.
“Ooh, aah, wonderous nature!”
Relax.
Put up new tent.
Relax some more.
Friends arrive.
Much swearing ensues during tent erection period.
Drink beer.
Make dinner.
Laugh at antics of made-inept-by-anger friends.
Later…
Gusty.
Tent fucked.
Drink beer.
Begin tent resurrection.
Much swearing ensues and friends snicker.
“I don’t want your advice, this tent is a piece of crap, obviously!”
Tent resurrected, looks a bit shabby.
“Don’t say a fucking [...]
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Tags: camping, friends, holiday
Owner/trainer
In the stables, ceiling fans kept collecting my attention with their unsynchronous spinning, and a gecko yipped as the light began to soften. The old man was leaning on a metal rail watching his horse inhaling its lucerne hay.
“You from down there…that Sydney?” he asks.
“Yeah, we live at the beach, near Manly,” at which, he [...]
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Hollow
Your words won’t move me, anymore. I’m well-aware just how well-used those words that come so easily to you are. Re-used, re-served, re-heated, re-messaged, re-repeated words of desire, do anything but whet mine, now. Words like yours need a prophylactic, because fuck knows where they had been before they landed on my ear, and does [...]
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An unnatural state
We picked our way down the dusty track to the weed-infested waters edge. Inhaling deeply the heat-enhanced, cloying fragrance of privet blooms, we made our way along the river. The gums of the remnant bush do not fool, the river is disturbed.
“Good place to dump a body.” I say, letting the thoughts spill uncensored from [...]
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