Happy 21st my friend

once upon a time there was a colony of lucid flower children, whose shoes were always scuffed. Some were fierce as fuck, some bizarre, some wild, others dreamy and few gentle but none were without a dream. Their song awoke a beast from slumber, it occupied continents latitudes apart; yet was heard by each and everyone. With a talismanic string, the wind intricately weaved together their weathered gypsy souls and whispered an exodus from the tamed and the toneless. They lent their hearts on occasion but their souls were collected in one, One globe, full of tragic, mad and wonderful creatures. In this globe their wonderings left ripples, stains and trails in the sand; This will be the stained and rippled story of one of those wild children.

A clever boy

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I Havent blogged the last two months of my life merely because it got swept up in a whirlwind of characters, alcohol, hashish, atlantic waters, christmas spreads, Picasso, Bacon, Sarmento, Dali, good scottish eggs, jazz bars, adrenelin and madness lost in the pages of my journal as scribbles back to the old fashioned ways. This is what happens when two extrememly unorganised people travel together. But despite the hangovers chest infections and flus life was lovely!

these lovely people kept me alive from London to the real world.
Thanking them

The Blues and no Shoes

Sink Swim

Hypnotised by a strange chaotic delight
Being of another sort, a land before time
Of mysterious drapped caped faces and dark alley ways
But I can't supress a smile
with our magic carpets and Spliff
and boots of Moroccan leather
when the names get this amusing
The colours this bright
The smells this foul
Wordly grounds we've never played before
all you can do is fuck the western world in their fanciness
Its just kirst and laur from grade four
ditching the vegemite sandwhiches, quadrangles, bucket hats
to skim our feet across Saharan sands

PONG our clothes fucking stink but its raining outside and a man got blown off the balcony so lets avoid the awkwardity and sit inside smoke hashish all day til we are blurry hazes drink mint tea and eat cous cous and dance to marrakesh express

You me and Courtney

You, me and Courtney 

Eat biscuits 
Drink Hot chocolate
Sleep
Talk art 
Listen to velvet underground
Sleep
Walk city at dusk
Invite his friends for beer
Watch tru blood
Listen to nouvelle vague 
Walk the city at night
Look at the Christmas lights
Eat expensive food near gucci
Wear my flannie in the resturant
You pay
I smile and shout maccas
I try French
You laugh
I teach you bellybutton
Go to the cinema
Spill the m&ms 
Watch thunderstorm from balcony
Play with Courtney
Make love
You make music
I smile, Read books 
Eat chocolate
Go to a birthday party
Eat smurf lollies and tiny cakes
Go to doctor
He gives me pills of cranberry and marsh mellow
says stop having sex
You go to school
I walk
Meet nice shop keepers
Jump in puddles
Trip on cobbles
Tred soggy autumn leaves
Eat a pastry
Get lost
caught in rain
Ride tram for free
Find your apartment
Get warm
You come home
Watch rockets in night from crazy protesters
Sleep
Make love
Make fun of my socks
Cook pasta
You buy a doors tee
I buy a panda tee
We wake
I Catch the train
I cry and say bye

The end