Ghost Town

GOOD BYE

2008-07-01T05:16:00.000-07:00

this blog is no more.

you can keep up with me and my life at http://heavydaysfadeaway.wordpress.com/

thank you. bye

pt 2, kinda, half passed arsed

2008-06-01T08:52:00.000-07:00

Pt .2

Nah i cant be bothered writing a Pt 2.

I'm over writing the long winded blogs I write. they are honest, but feel as though they have no truth.

anyway, part 2 was going to be about how I got of the train and saw this girl with a short skirt on. It was super short, I could almost see cheek, but not quite. this killed me almost seeing cheek.

So I followed this girl about 4 blocks out of my way. she walked into a Starbucks allowing me to see nothing.

After that I went to school.

2008-05-28T04:47:00.000-07:00

Monday. 8:30am. Pt.1

The train is late, but its here. I must travel 4 stops before I have to get off. I stand In the carriage that's decided to invite the world, this suggested by the 5 different people claiming the space of The Foot as their own, leading me to find refuge in any slight gap of floor. The Eyes search for the opening, I shuffle, stance is sturdy and The Feet are safe for awhile, unfortunately The Face isn't as the new position in the carriage is situated in front of the worst smelling breath to ever breach the air, alarms blast in The Mind, warning bells, flashing lights, “retreat” yells The Minds lieutenant. The Face of The breath attacks ugly infected warfare onto me, my defence, a smile, fake and useless.
The Body is pinned and helpless. The Fat, The Ugly, The Old, The Loud and The Dirty surround me. Whilst I endure, The Eyes wonder, and target, The Gorgeous. The Perfect and The Only worth while appreciation to The Eye and assumed Nose and Mouth on the carriage. “Fuck me?” The Mind begs the earth. Meanwhile the Air thickens and the second foreign scent to breach the air reaches The Nose. “Fuck.ME!” The Mouth Dismays.

“Please, please let me get what I want” The Memory recalls and comforts.

To Be Continued.

Monday. 9:00am. Coming soon.

Last Night

2008-04-21T17:17:00.000-07:00

Last night I saw this man .
I paid money, I watched him speak of many things. all of which were very interesting things to hear.
He spoke for 3 hours and it was wonderful.
If I could be anyone in the world it would be him.
I wish I met him and got a photo taken with him.

From the mouth of a mute.

2008-03-07T19:00:00.000-08:00

Today I lost my voice.

Face Off/Face On

2008-03-02T03:12:00.000-08:00

My blog has taken many forms in the past week. I cant decide on a layout, I'm indecisive. And because of this I cant get beyond the layout to write a proper entry. Once my layout is perfected, the Internet world will have the pleasure of tasting the goodness of my wet soggy creative juices.

Change

2008-02-10T05:45:00.000-08:00

I always say, if only to myself, that one day I will change the world. Theres no doubt thats there are people who have in fact changed the world. This got me thinking, Did any of them say, if only to themselves "One day I will change the world".

Were they that self involved that they cared not for the change, but that they caused such change.

If I could change something it would be the silly ebay bid I just made. Fuck.

Lights, Camera and Action

2008-02-01T02:06:00.000-08:00

Picture this.

A young boy aged 6-7 years. Its a Saturday afternoon. The boy is wide eyed and excited. He sits in the back seat behind the passenger side, The young boy catches his mother smiling at him through the rear vision mirror, he throws her the biggest grin back.

"Mummy," the young boy says, "are we nearly there?"
The young boy kicks the front passenger seat with his toes, then swiftly swings them back like a pendulum, bluntly hitting
the heels of his feet at the bottom of his seat, whilst doing that over and over he draws invisible pictures into the back of the
passenger seat, The current masterpiece being that of a lion playing with a shark near a medieval castle with knights and
kings in the background.

“Soon baby.” the Mother says “we just passed the paint shop.” her eyes looking at the young boy in the mirror, “another 5
minutes”.

More excited than before the young boy checks his shoes, pants, shirt. Dressed in his weekend best he smiles with pride. Every Saturday calls for his weekend best, because every Saturday he gets to go there.

As The radio pumps Always by Bon Jovi the young boy tries to know the words with meaning far to advanced for him to comprehend. He looks out the window and watches as the homes, buildings, Mcdonalds, Pizza hut, Hungry Jacks and parks Drift off as he passes them by, they don't interest him today, they barely warrant a second thought because beyond the next corner lies the destination causing such excitement.

The destination being. The young boys local video store.

The young boy is me circa 1995. Renting Videos was my favourite thing in the world to do, and every Saturday for pretty much my entire life I have done this. I've been a member of many different video stores all over the west side of Melbourne, some good, some bad. I remember some vividly, and others not so much. I would often fantasize about living in a video store, my bed being situated in the middle with racks of videos surrounding me.

Renting movies has been a big constant in my life. Now after many years, I work in a video store. The pay is terrible, and like any job it has its times where I hate everything about it. But when I walk past the children's section and see the favourites from 1995 I smile, because if my younger self could see me now, in all my non glory he would be so excited.

POP

2008-01-31T02:30:00.000-08:00

One could say I am a night owl. I generally stay up to at least 4 am every night and if you know me you will have at some time heard me reveal with great pride the un healthy hour in which I attended to my sleep duties. I don't know, but for what ever reason I do take great pride in staying up late. I think it stems from being an a victim of bedtimes as a child.

“One could say” is how I start the very first sentence of my very first blog entry ever, I spent about a week trying to think about how my first venture into blog terrain should be. I had this idea to begin with a bang, something to grab the reader and keep them(You) here. Think the blog equivalent to the opening scene of Casino. Think the first ten minutes of Scream (But still remaining strong in the second and third act instead of falling flat). Think the Like A Virgin banter from Reservoir Dogs e.c.t. But that's not what I did.

Another option Would have been to write a review of Cloverfield.
Producers of this movie didn't market this film, they flat out tricked people into seeing this awful, awful movie.
When the credits rolled the cinema was tense, one man was fast asleep and majority of the patrons stumbled out the doors as if they just completed a marathon followed by a 24 hour flight with two stop overs only to then start feeling the effects of bad asian food they consumed in another continent two hours prior. I on the other hand walked out the doors looking as if I just sat through a movie full of motion sickening camera work, bad plot and terrible special affects. I felt ill, tricked, stupid yet grateful the movie barely hit the one hour mark.
I could've Blasted off that way. But that's not what I did.

One could say Im a night owl who is impatient. Which is why rather than craft the perfect first blog entry, I impatiently and prematurely like the youth I am punch out a entry of measly proportions outlining My nightly and current routine of the night.

And when im not outlining such things in blog format, I am sitting in the dark, watching DVDs, Pausing to watch late night porn, Volume up full blast, in my headphones, in my head I know I should be asleep.

But I am a man of pride.