wow I have a new blog

I don't use this one anymore. I wanted something fresh and shiny so now I have this blog:

http://areyouhungrynow.tumblr.com/

It's better I like to think. This blog is too angsty and hormonal. Bye!

feels like summer

I DETEST THIS SEASON

what's fun about sun burn and sweat?

im lonley in bed without my doona, I blame you summer.

i know you're quite popular amoungst the general public, but give me winter any day.

You can keep your sandy beaches and your dead nature strips, i want nothing of it.

leave me alone summer, just go the flipping hell away, piss off to the northern hemisphere again.

VOID

this blog has become one.




goodbye

my brother wants to start a band

i was helping him think of names

i suggested 'the boats'
he didnt like it

i suggested 'the littlest atom'
he asked what an atom was

i suggested 'the jaundice brothers'

he said 'oh like the jonas brothers, they're gay for each other'

he's 8



i have taught him well

love will pay the bills

oh if only it did.

i would have no electricity, gas or water. the council would evict me and the bank would take back my house.

lucky i have parents.


today is sunday. tomorrow is monday. i like it how all the days rhyme. probably because they all end in day.

holiday
birthday
yesterday
doomsday

i have done many pointless things today, but none moreso than this.

a fear of self-mutilation

today i wanted to have a productive day so i decided to do one of my monstorous biology pracs.

i proceded to read the instructions, and i was disturbed to find one of the materials i would need was blood.

but where would i get this blood?

i continued to read, only to find out the blood would infact come from me. yes, to do this prac i will have to 'puncture my skin' with a 'sharp jab'.

JOY

thankfully a delightful little sharp metal object was included in my prac kit to help me achieve this task.

JOY^2

i attempted to do a practice, so when it came to the real deal i would be confident enough to stab myself, but fear overcame me.

oh sigh i just dont know what to do, i have a fear of self mutilation.

how to make good poetry

Here is an example of a perfectly good poem:

I raked leaves today
down
down
down
down
down
off the roof onto
your job interview came in the mail?

Powerfully suggestive, endlessly evocative, but ultimately impossible to parse.

Here, by contrast, is a shitty poem:

Mark lent me his ruler this morning

What makes it bad? The lack of mystery, of the suspense of un-knowing, or antiknowing, or "knowing without knowledge".