9/11, or as an Australian I'd say 11-9 regardless, due to the magix of global communication, insomnia, attempted tertiary education and schtauph(tm) I was blessed? to see the attackz on the twin towers as live in time as any being could.
Reading as one does into life at that time scared me, it tore open partz of my self I'd hardly met and was concerned deeply for my unborn child residing blissfully ignorant to such tragedies performed by Man upon Man.
I crawled that morn to hug the Mound and Mother, I had to cuddle to the point of almost smoother and let them know my presence, my luv and feeling, that which made me breathe, that which made me Feel.......
1/2 butt now in breath and love, my life is torn my boy adrift, to find in lifez great sea amiss with such as a father can give when optioned by the mother of said.... blah blah blah........
It hurts to see that much pointless death actioned upon so many innocent butt one mans triumph is another’s tragedy, even now to reflect upon then I find it much to contain.
BLah, life would be so much more peaceful if Man could Luv Man, regardless of such foibles as colour, race and religion.
Five years on and my concern for my child and the world in which we asked him to live is no less, my concern is more then it was then butt I'm sure he can survive in such that presentz.
HugZ 2 the WorlD.
......\\vent /off
Energy, itz a dandy thing, it can power AND devour.
It comez in wavez or that like a shower.
It can caress and cause extreme distress.
Butt..........
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Hmmm..........
Blah.
.......... nerradnothgiel ..........
Blah, Anger is just like cigs, it a habit to cover for 'an'
urge, what is it, I know what it is Butt I Can't address it.
.... For LORDIEs Sake........ they were SPENT bitz there-of...
Get Rooted..... Sad.
Hugz for the Rest.
Dayz, dayz can be good, sometimez they can be otherly’.
Sometimez the light comez streaking back at crazy levelz.
Otherz the light is enticing, exciting and beguiling.
Alwayz concern should be extreme, if only to temper the dream.
Hugz 4 those....
..............
Dayz, dayz can be good, sometimez they can be otherly’.
Sometimez the light comez streaking back at crazy levelz.
Otherz the light is enticing, exciting and beguiling.
Alwayz concern should be extreme, if only to temper the dream.
Hugz 4 those.
..............
Hmmmmmmm, Must change picture... Have acquired a digi' camera so I should prove it.
Still desire treez, way toooo much is the thought of such pouncing around my mind, not like itz a bad thing or such just a constant thought provoker, which some say is a good thing.
Hugz to those who share and/or deserve......
Life, what a funny menu indeed.
Hmmmmmmm, Must change picture... Have acquired a digi' camera so I should prove it.
Still desire treez, way toooo much is the thought of such pouncing around my mind, not like itz a bad thing or such just a constant thought provoker, which some say is a good thing.
Hugz to those who share and/or deserve......
Life, what a funny menu indeed.
Hmmmmm, driftz and concernz, my mind is swapping, it continues to change from me to me.... Not an issue as a rule, it's just that I seem to be having different opinionz on several topics each time I re-visit them which is making it difficult to keep minutes and notes of the issues I'm tryijng to deal with...... So I've ended up back here, aparently a scribble diary, LJ, Randomly ringing wrong numbers and discussing problems, talking to Barramundi, Vodka, holding my breath, various substances and all other formz of distraction I've bene trying recently haven't assisted as much as I had hoped.... Heh, so I end up back here again for a drift around, this nice to view and see and stuff.........
I do Like my Life, hell, I've even drifted closer to being comfortable with the 'L' word again, Grrrr.... It's my previous Life I appear to not like, or maybe it's aspects of IT that dislike me, well, sure, there's a good portion that may very well...... there's, I hope, a few bitz that don't. Hey, I left that life with sporn, sooo Kewl is Sporn, they rock.... 'Tis one of the very few thingz/entitie
OK, there, So there is a cpl of otherz also..... *hugz*
Can't wait to get dirty and stinky and lost and mined and ......... Treez, wait for Me....... MFSTW is coming...
blah blah blah
Lesbian Catz, Bloody Slovakz and one-legged LOLs.
Add to this a dandyfull serve of lush treez, bugz, beetlez and stuff, green vista, rampant Riverz of Rock and a Cat with no sockz.........
Dam it's hard to want to return to reality..... it's the Hill-Billyz Life for me... ;-)
Marked down again for the world to see, or just the poor unfortunate cyber-monkeyz that read this (no derision intended, more sympathy and hugz) I shall escape the world in which many of us are stuck and flee for the hills, lush tree covered hills in valleys quite sweet.....
Specificz to be worked but principle is formed....
Why do I currently have to endure such extremez..... Grmp.
Life is truely grand tho. ;-)
Hmmm.....
My Cheese it givez my mind fright,
I wonder if its hue is Blue or White,
It changez shadez most rapid,
Worryz me I'm naught more then vapid.
.Strangely sometimez I feel the corner of a wardrobe may be the best place to be.....
Dark, dank and still of air, develop a good candidium bloom indeed lurking in there.....
BLah Blah Blah Blah......... I need more treez and dirt.
Somebody let me out......... Pleaseeeeeeeee
Hmmmmm, Moaty Floated off Woodford Site arvo 3rd Jan sleep on and off for 40 hourz and then took Zed (his young Moat Tendering Padowan) dwn 18MW way for two whole Sleepz....
Sitz here now full of 'driving aidez' and pining treez NOW.
Bugger, best stop.... Meow...... Cute little Kittenz there at Moment, 5 dayz old I think?
p.s. Come home to dysfuntional Moat system in house, Carpet that lookz like fresh fluffly penecillium candidium or what ever the fluffy white on Cam'.... Eat Me.
BlinkZ
M-B.
Hmmmm.
What an interesting year that was.
Summary complete.
I hope this year is as interesting but with bitz.
M-B
(nd the many shardz of previous)
Half full or half empty, Kinda good or kinda bad.
Not quite happy, yet strangely not totally sad. Glad?
Retrograded meat stuck within a pork flavoured bag.
Society’s example of mass produced spam.
Sifting through life’s twists and distractions yearning for Glam.
Glean from the past, proof that it's a sham.
Perpetuating unjustly this rancid unholy scam.
Cloud the mind and clutter the eyez,
So much easier from within a discrete disguise.
I staring longingly at the starz which paint the inky night sky.
…………………..
BLAhhhhhhhhhhh
The Moaty Sleepz tonite, if lucky.........
[/Moat Status/]
Rippled with tide and lapping at the sidez
The rain has been good for it's murky level
The Mullet are Mincing and Barra are Bopping
Yet the bankz still reekz of Mank that rancid ferral musty Skank.
I shall take to my nose and remove the sensation of odour with a 5/16th Shank.
I hold a certificate in Cheese production, I hold the power to command Cheese, I am a Padawan to our Cheese Master.
I've created and nurtured, Cheese, from milk to feta and few a feeling can be better.
Yet, I seem to be overtaken with severe Cheese-whizz style issues, there's a fraction to much pressure in my cranial can de la Fromage.
It needz control, A soft delicate leaking hole, maybe it just needz to be ruptured, fractured and dispersed.
............
ALL is good, but NUTHING is Worse.........
... Penicillium Candidum, such a pleasant bloom indeed ...
One week into year 37 this time ‘round, nominally 13512 days old.
Strange really I barely feel 10000 days old, huh.
Strange and exciting indeed, it certainly has started as such. Bring it on.
Set free on the seaz of life, cruising with the windz, searching for the currentz that’ll carry us abroad.
Wind blows form all points on the compass with varying intensity and chill, all part of the thrill.
A look for sandbanks, mysteriously uncharted islands, giant squid and other such obstacles desired …… but
………….required?
Do I need a crew? A trusty ship, a Drunkard Parrot and just I should do…
Cast off my motley feathered piss-wrecked pheasant and find me a star.
Hoist the jib, stretch ya boson and coyte the cabin boy, yoo ho ho and a bottle of Stoli’, we’re rollin’ across the seas like a three wheeled trolley….
Bah……. It’s just like a LARGE moat. Hope the boat stays afloat…………… ;-)
Life truly is about the journey.
Blessed be the Mystical Mullet, my mind is such to see.
If not for the travellingz upon lifes’ great sea,
how dreary it would sadly be......
.. Life ..
'Tis for the embracing, the active and brazen facing.
To cower from what life showerz would be to admit defeat.
Such would be the desire and want of the weak,
Save us all the pain, go throw yourself in Peat.
Hmmmm, bit harsher then I thought it was when it was internal, suppose thatz why externalizing thingz is sooooo much FuN..... ;-)
M-B
*BlinkZ*
Joy and I mean JOY......
Meow to the world for the Storm Queen caress us...(please!)
The Moat Boy very much doubtz that the drought has broken but it certainly is damp for a drought at the moment.
Drizzling mist thickened to dropletz bless the ground, flowerz and my dry old shiny stainless tank.
There ain't many better visionz then waking in the morning to a full covering of nice wet cloudz.
BLah Blah Blah..........
I'm going out to dance in it and check the level of the Moat.
M-B.
Well, the Moat is still pretty bloody empty.
All the 'EvIl' fish I left in the moat to take their chance with their maker, after all, it is the dark lord I suspect to blame for NO RAIN.
Carp and Catfish frames litter the floor, it stinkz, but it's fun.
Took the 'good' fish out, they are currently swiming in a make-shift fish pond I have fabricated out of PantZ.
Yup, I have a room full of GIANT FISH PANTZ.... ;-)
I hope the PantZ tanks don't fall down, we'll have fish flapping all over the place, and one giant wet spot to deal with. (gigglez)
Remember people, it's a drought, don't even waste drool and lap up all the fluidz you can, it may be a long wait between drinkz..
BuRp COugh and Wheeze, Slurp Snog and Please!
M-B (MBE)
Gaping aching tender and raw..
The swirling twist of water aloft twirling nimbus..
Soul and tongue left yearning for more..
A streak of stratus to cure the parched harsh dust..
Having seen more of the bitz that lurk in between..
A gust of cirrus casually cajoling a comfortable cumulus..
The bitz I’d previously seen are equally supreme..
If for a particular period of precision precipitation.
The Moat, Ooohhhh, the Moat….
GO West Jung Man..!