Loves:
Music,(i was made to live in the 60ies and 70ies OH WOODSTOCK) Beer&wine, Oxycodone, Jeff Buckley, Photography, Home Town Bellingen, Chocolate Icing, Individuals, Traveling, Summer, San Francisco, horses, dreaming, Tattoo's on men, Mighty Boosh, Green Wing, Outrageous Fortune, Maori's, water, adventures, laughter,
creativity, romance, learning, books, food, outdoors, movies, Feminism !
Despises:
Fakey wankers, spiders, 90% of the slutty girls who live with me on the Northern Beaches, Pill popping freaks aka ping pongers, sport, drink driving, small minded people, people who discriminate.
So not only was it 38degrees today but I was dragged to the dentist by my mother. Turns out I have to have a root canal, isn’t that just wonderful news?! I am now wondering the house bored with only my underwear on. I went outside in some hope that it would be slightly cooler outside than it is in my room, and my hopes were shattered. Its 10pm and it is at least 30degrees outside. I attempted to convince my parents to come with me to the beach for a late night swim but they just looked at me like I was a lunatic, god their getting old and boring. So I rang my friends but everyone is too dead to come, which I don’t really understand as logically coming with me would be relaxing and COLD! I wish I had gone out with my friends so I could at least drink this heat away.
GREAT JUST GREAT, as I was writing the above I knocked my EXPENSIVE flood light off my table and it smashed everywhere, it was the closest thing I had to a professional light for my photography. Fuckedy fuck fuck.
I have a habit of being overly enthusiastic and go into a state of dream when fantastic possibilities pop up in my life. At the moment I have been presented with the possibility of traveling the USA and Canada for a while with a good friend. My heart beats a million times a minute when I think of it actually happening as I have been wanting to do this for such a long time and just haven’t been able to do so and have never found someone who wanted to go with me. All my friends have set sail for Europe and showed zero interest in the states, I mean I would love to do Europe sometime but I am a nature buff and I want to cry when I see pictures of the Colorado river and Havasu Falls Arizona (okay exaggerating a little on the cry factor but I think I got my point across). Besides Europe is a bit of a disaster zone for someone in an electric wheelchair.
So now all I/we have to do is plan (currently attempting not to be too anal) and save like mother fuckers. If we go with buying a car we may have to go grape picking in Napa to make some moolah, before we hit the road again.
Hey… oooh… Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay Were laid spread out before me as her body once did. All five horizons revolved around her soul As the earth to the sun Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds Of what was everything. Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
I take a walk outside I’m surrounded by some kids at play I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear? Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass Of what was everything? All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah… Uh huh… uh huh… ooh…
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why Why, why can’t it be, can’t it be mine
‘ Yesterday I was on youtube, and I found some wicked old Pearl Jam videos, from a festival in the Netherlands in 1992. I noticed Eddie Vedder’s youthful angst and anger towards injustice. It seems that over time, he’s gone from a guy in his twenties, angry as all hell at the world, to a man who has seen things happen in his life, and sings his songs from that point of view. It’s incredible how time not only changes people, but the meaning of a song. Songs that meant something to me at sixteen, now probably mean something completely different. watched the video for “Jeremy,” and felt moved all over again. His voice was sultry and soulful, like I remember it. And the guitar was infinite. I ended up watching all of the Pinkpop videos, including “Alive.” The thing that I love most about that song is the middle bridge, where he chants: “Ohh, I’m still alive, hey, I’m still alive,” over and over, with his golden baritone throat. It’s never-changing. My final commentary about this band is about “Black.” The winding up of the guitar, his chants of “Hey,” like he’s sitting around a campfire, warming up his voice to begin. When he sings the lyrics, you can imagine a place inside Eddie’s head, like a dark blue swimming hole full of intense words and poetry.
“Oh I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star. In somebody else’s sky. But why? why, why can’t it be mine?”
I’m coming up man-sized skinned alive I want to fit I’ve got to get Man-sized I’m heading on Handsome got my leather boots on Got my girl and she’s a wow I cast my iron knickers down Man-sized no need to shout Can you hear can you hear me now I’m man-sized I’ll measure time I’ll measure height I’ll calculate my birthright Good Lord I’m big I’m heading on Man-sized got my leather boots on Got my girl and she’s a wow I cast my iron knickers down Man-sized no need to shout Can you hear can you hear me now My babe looking cool and neat I’m pretty sure good enough to eat I’m man-sized no need to shout Let it all let it all hang out I’m man-size Silence my lady head Get girl out of my head Douse hair with gasoline Set it light and set it free
WHY the fuck wasn’t I alive in the 60ies. I don’t think there is anyone else in the world that should have lived through the 60ies and 70ies more than I. I need to create a time machine
