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Astral Weeks: June 2015
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Monday, 1 June 2015. I woke and i couldn’t stop running. Like a train was late. I had all these metallic comments. Jiggling inside my brain. Couldn’t wrench a gap. Big enough to drip them out. I purposely fuelled that little ego, tryna. Flesh out some form of defense in there,. Tryna compete for complacency. With my mind set like an interface. I crumble under all that communication. Lazy like menstrual blood in the sheets. 8216;hey darling what’s your name’ he says. Let them all get kicked in the shin.
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Astral Weeks: June 2014
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Monday, 23 June 2014. On the first day, it rained. On the second day, it drizzled, but was clear enough to leave the house. At the beach we let the dog off his lead and he trotted along the shore, occasionally breaking into a gallop when his nose caught a smell, then slowing to a canter again to sniff at the brine that coated the hard sand. We walked the usual walk, which was long and fulfilling, and we didn’t talk, because Alison clearly didn’t want to. 8216;Look, sharks,’ said Alison, pointing. Flicker...
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Astral Weeks: sleep drips from the foliage.
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Sunday, 22 March 2015. Sleep drips from the foliage. I slept next to your nightmare. In the bed where we smoked the hash. Feeling all the feelings put on hold. 8216;they’re not threatening, anymore.’. You said about the dream catchers, the crow’s skull interrupting my frequency. I put my foot down, felt the floorboards, reminded myself of time. Drank the jar, swallowed you whole, there wasn’t much to say. I trembled around the room, struggling with jewellery,. With an extra heart beat. And reality. o...
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Astral Weeks: February 2015
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Friday, 27 February 2015. Wednesday, 25 February 2015. Your baby is about as big as a fig,. The internet told me. To have fig trees. They don’t work anymore. My mum collected buckets. Of figs – they sat. Fermenting. ‘i’m going to make jam,’. She would say,. But they’d fester and smell. And the guests would laugh. She’d say ‘shit, i better throw those things out.’. 8216;i’d kill for a fuckin’ big mac,’ said the girl,. Showing me photos of her boyfriend. And her, standing on bondi beach. Pleased with this,.
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Astral Weeks: kind of like clapping
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Wednesday, 25 March 2015. Kind of like clapping. I walked your street, it was morning. Like a public holiday. Messing with my inner winter. I could feel the flower bed, fox’s house,. The place where santa was. ‘we know you,’. They say, turning like little doors. The hill under the house is tall. The wind rattles its joints. outspoken leaves. Litter the yard, still scattered. The cupid angel sits and waits, the numbers. Tumble round / waiting for an answer. As if i didn’t know -. The time we were running.
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Astral Weeks: February 2014
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Astral Weeks: be merry
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Monday, 1 June 2015. I woke and i couldn’t stop running. Like a train was late. I had all these metallic comments. Jiggling inside my brain. Couldn’t wrench a gap. Big enough to drip them out. I purposely fuelled that little ego, tryna. Flesh out some form of defense in there,. Tryna compete for complacency. With my mind set like an interface. I crumble under all that communication. Lazy like menstrual blood in the sheets. 8216;hey darling what’s your name’ he says. Let them all get kicked in the shin.
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Astral Weeks: July 2014
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Thursday, 17 July 2014. All their faces seem far away while my memory fades. To be alone and to be lonely are concepts whose differing attributes. I struggle to comprehend in a sustainable way and any. Given day the logical mind can fall at the feet. Of the deeper root, the circular and ever circling core of. H u m a n / what it is to be. 8216;i want to go to the party because i want to be around more people than just you.’. And struggled musing and remusing the definition of what it is to be cruel and.
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Astral Weeks: samhein
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Wednesday, 29 April 2015. The glass above me, black. With velvet hours and heavy. I was wearing my elbows in again, wringing. Wrists like my future self. pre-emptively arthritic. But i get these day dreams. Neck-to-neck with rationality, competing in jest. Like a reunion match for nostalgia’s sake. He was rattling toward me, big. Chunks of metal and plastic grating on the bitumen. I could imagine the smell of warmth. The bodies at rush hour. I could imagine his head, big lollypop. The regime of self doubt.
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Astral Weeks: November 2014
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Thursday, 20 November 2014. It’s a crappy title, i know. But time is a gift to myself on this night of dry palms. Sinking with the light turned low and the quiet murmur. Of the disc in the CD drive (friends s02). There are certain streets near my house that i don’t often walk down. When i do nostalgia slaps me. And the smell of the season is like a greeting. From a pitifully forgettable. Of those smells in the city that bring me back. To a time i thought i had no reason to ever remember and. And all we&#...
