Yesterday

Lights.
Brakes.
Tyres.
Rain.
Crash.
P/Shift.
Wipers.
Hazards.
Fuck.

Insurance.
Excess.
Assessment.
Outcome.


Failure.


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La Manière

L'amour est un oiseau rebelle

Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,

Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,

S'il lui convient de refuser.

Fromage.

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JFC

So,

It may have possibly been over a month

Since my last post.

A combination of time going really fast

And me being busy

And most of all, lazy

Has resulted in a very un-updated set of blogs.

So to the few reading this, I apologise.

In the last few hours,

I've worked at a winery.

In the last few days,

I've spent time with Rachel and others as we celebrated her birthday.

In the last few weeks,

I've been working more, housesitting for Brisbane-visiting Grandparents, and there have been birthdays for Mark and Zach and a funeral for Mandy.

A few constants have remained I suppose,

Eenie-meenie-miney-mo feelings,

Convenient weekly income,

And the knowledge that my efforts will never

Ever

Ever

EVER

Be enough.

Do I care to explain?

No,

Not

Slightly.

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