to remeber. to insipre. to never forget.

wanting, wishing to escape. the expectations of everyone else build a prison. seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days, weeks, months, until the year is over before the pen has even touched the paper. leaving behind the adventures for the boring nine to five. thoughts wasted all on the hopless dreams and aspirations of others. the need to grow up is so overated, everyone all ends up the same six feet under. soon the past will be the past, that part of your life written, mistakes are the essence of humanity. it's time to face the music before the final curtain call and the melody becomes a stale sustained minor note. fuck following, fuck being the same.

I wont live a lie so quick let's "RUNAWAY".

just do it.

a boy and his dog

He's my best friend,
and nothing could ever change that.

Looking up at me with wide-eyed dopeyness, I feel his graditute. His original stages of destruction and teeth marks found in almost everything and the energy of ten dogs is what I'll miss. He's the only one who doesn't care what I look like or how smart I am. How much money I have or what I can give him, its just pure friendship.
Hand-shakes and rolling in the grass. Chasing me up and down the beaches until were both exhausted and we take the uphill stroll home. Remember when I younger and he caught me off balance and dragged me through the mud and long grass chasing an obviously freightened dog, running in fear of this black monster gradually gaining on him.

He's mine and I'm his, and no-one can take that away.

perfection.

'sit, stay, ok!'

that's a paradox you cunt!

Everyday I wake up to find myself walking around on eggshells. Asking myself the same question 'when will someone punch me in the face already?'. Realising that it takes alot of effort to look like you've just been wiped off the windshield of a semi-trailer, I roll out of bed to be greeted with the heavy blast of a hot shower. Slowly dragging myself to the kitchen just to press that insignaficant button down to find my toast half burnt when it resurfaces three minutes later.

I'm like that feeling that you get in your mouth after you suck on a lemon, sour and disgusting but leaving you wanting more.

But I can stay outside until the sky goes red. When the last few laughs are had and shallow goodbyes are said between friends, knowing that tomorrow holds possisly as much excitement as what today did. As I begin my long journey home, weary, sunburnt with a smile like could melt your sundea and eat it too.

Difference between You and Me is, I pay attention to the good things when I've got them.

a tribute to the greats

'See my vest, see my vest,

Made from real gorilla chest,
Feel this sweater, there's no better,
Than authentic Irish setter.

See this hat, 'twas my cat,
My evening wear - vampire bat,
These white slippers are albino
African endangered rhino.

Grizzly bear underwear,
Turtles' necks, I've got my share,
Beret of poodle, on my noodle
It shall rest,

Try my red robin suit,
It comes one breast or two,
See my vest, see my vest,
See my vest.

Like my loafers? Former gophers -
It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo
Would be best,

So let's prepare these dogs,
Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs,

Burns: See my vest, see my vest,

Oh please, won't you see my vest'

I really like the vest!

one for the boys

How these guys picked up we will never know...

watch out for them sharks

AS the water began to boil, the whole of Tuross knew the water would never be the same again. Recent activities such as the opening of the lake's entrance and the erruption of fish and dirt in the water, has caused havoc for local surfers re-entering the water. For weeks we have waited to regain our place at One Tree beach, though without much success of entering the ocean without the fear of what might be lurking in the shadows of the depths. A band of us have attempted to find banks and breaks that match up to our beloved 'Oney' but to only find disappointment when we arrived at them. The untimely death of Oney couldn't of come at a far worse time, when the sun was still at its best and the banks were begining to take on their mid-season shape. And who is to blame for this? Huey? I think not. It's those who begged and pleaded for rain in the area. So maybe they should next time think of there actions before they destroy the lively-hood of a community.

Happy swimming kiddies.

would you like a seadog with that?

I'll always remeber these days.

It runs in our vains. The ability to live freely, tan up, and do things that may ends us up in the back of a paddy-wagon. We are the ones that dream of kegs at night, with their perfect lips, 'foam-balls' and hollow goodness. The sand between our toes and the salt in our hair, it creates for us a system of living, dirtily that is and loving every minute of it.

Just imagine the feeling of waking tired and groggy, knowing the the ocean is softley calling your name with its soothing sound of waves crash on secluded beach, the sun floating above the horizon. Rock cuts and the lack of consideration or care for a melanoma. Zinc tans are the reminants of a good time, and how dare we ever be asked to scrub our colours off. And of course the glow of the sun on the ocean floor.

That's our type of fun.

Search

IF we don't search, we'll never find, and forever is a long time to not find what you want.

growing is inevitable, but youth is forever

Due to certain acts I have landed myself in a little bit of trouble due to my immaturity. I felt that my actions would have no consequences. I was wrong. I don't feel that an apology is in order, I did enjoy what I did, and I'm sure deep down the others who I have wronged can really just fuck off. Who honestly cares what i did? Can I take a vote?
So I will conclude with, fuck society's ellaborations, we can create collaborations of good times, good people, because I'll be fucking young forever!