I have moved too Brisbane and Griffith University. in one week I will dissect a human brain. tooday is my mother's birthday.

my 2004 calendar is woeful! i've nothing too say for months.

one year ago: I can't help it, i'm a dread-head;
two years ago: anymore my brain's gone tough
three years ago: i'm talking to the aliens in my brain.
four years ago: behead the twelve white roses in the garden.

1. if I could fly I could fall from unimaginable height.
2. I need as many lungs as a tree needs leaves.
3. if i'd been born blind i'd think everyone was lying.
4. oh i wish, I wish I could have a nightmare. desperate but unsuccessful attempts at running, screaming but nothing comes out! it's right behind me, it's sucking me in, I know it's there but I can't see it, I can't move!
5. I retract everything i've ever said.
6. well, you can say whatever you like, as long as you touch me every ten minutes or so, or not object if I touch you every two!
7. how do you know sound exists?
8. too many people live in their mouths. but! everyone has a whole LIFE!
9. it's ok, I don't mind, if you want, it's up to you (antipathy, boredom, contempt, disdain).
10. listen, if you could just
pull up, plug up, overflow, undergo, go.
i'll pretend I never was until I never am.

just don't bother,
and don't bother me.

now is time to look away:

DO ME SOME GOOD. twitch and twitter. i could be dead and drunk and you'd never know. i'm reading stephen king, peeking over the person in front's shoulder. i'm really just really tired, flamboyantly so, resplendent. i'm back from the gold coast today. wow, is my extended family ever worthy of phrenetic slaughter. stonewalled, take a swipe, watching the sun arc wildly over my head, waste it, take aim, if it was coming up from behind golden-lined-you I wouldn't say, if I was undercovered. oh, boy, that's the question, each time i come i'll ask again. better me than you.