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manic impressions of melbourne

(Diary of a retard)
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Saturday 22nd January 2005
“No. I will not. I shall not drink. I am going to Melbourne tomorrow and I have a hangover larger than my somewhat numbed brain can begin to grasp……”
Two hours pass….oh my god! This toilet bowl is mimicking a soft, friendly pillow. Maybe if I just rest my head for a little while…….
Sunday 23rd
“Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. BUT I CAN SEE THE PLANE, IT’S OVER THERE! I CAN EVEN SEE THE SADISTIC SNEER ON ALL THOSE PROMPT AND PUNCTUAL DRONES ON THE PLANE ALREADY!!!!!!!! LET ME GET ON! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!.. no, there’s no need for security, and yes, I understand that the plane is moving already, but it’s still on the ground! It’s not flying!!! & honestly, I don’t think you are cunt, well, I do…. But it’s a term of endearment from where I come from….(fine, heres your fifty dollars. There are no highways in the air, so why does this smell of highway robbery) ”

FINALLY. IN MELBOURNE

We (myself and my little monkey Andres and his live-in lover Liege) sneak a bottle of blushing pink champagne and our cheeky little selves into the movie Alexander……drunk, asleep, agonizingly bored we walk out of the cinema with a slight hunch that the banal, blah, ow, this is so dull it hurts 3 hours that we just sat through was somehow caused by some karmic hand of wrath at our sneaking in. if only I knew this was the beginning of a week of bitter wrath. I would have hid myself in a bomb shelter with nothing but the bible and purified water…..only to find out that I am stuck in there with none other than Clarke Gable (whose notorious bad breathe would suffocate me), and if that didn’t kill me, I would realise that there is no God, and my Russian thirst for drama and tragedy would spur me on to drink the Evian elixir of life, and prolong this bad breathed, ungodly hell.

(more entries to come, I just have to go and cry and scream and smoke) +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+

"the kiss"

if a kiss can speak, you scream into my tongue-tied mouth
"i lick you. i like you.
i need you. i feed you.
with this kiss, i adore you"

when you touch me, your fingers caressing me,
an invisible ink that only my heart can de-cypher

a trail of your lust burns bright
in the darkness of night

my body glows with the tattoo of you.