The Wayfarer.
Journal Entry: Sun Oct 14, 2007, 7:41 PM
Have you ever written something down on paper, or typed something and stowed it away, and somehow upon happenstance come by it at some later time, to have no idea why you wrote it? In my own ventures and journeys, i've found that writing during the darkest depths of the night tends to produce some of the loveliest litany, like linguistics limned from the lexicon of luminescent thoughts, mind-wanderings from somewhere between this world, and the dream world beyond it.
Anyway, more to the point, here are some things which i wrote and dated, yet have no recollection as to what i was thinking at the time, why i wrote them, or what their intentional meanings were; i've lost their context, and now am left with just their words. i myself stand, like you, as an observer peering into the depths of the literature, taking whatever meanings i can from between the lines with no insight into its context or its intended meaning. And i absolutely relish it.
{June 4th, 2007}
I am afflicted
Pick and scratch and still it snows
But it isn't even cold
When will this winter end?
{September 4th, 2007}
I am lost in the unwavering bass
A strangehold around my neck
Picks me up off the floor, but I'm not struggling
Tighter! Tighter! Everything begins to blur
It all begins to fade until all i can see
Is the glint in everyone's eyes
Demons, peering out from the darkness
{October 15th, 2007}
Your salvation does not come
In blue pills, red pills,
In rock songs, or cheap thrills;
Gaussian blurs and saturated photography,
High contrast and high angles may save you here,
But not out there where the real wolves lie
They lie in wait for you.
And yes, that last one is dated as today, though i wrote it last night sometime in the late night/early morning; even now, hours later, i cannot recall writing it specifically, only vaguely, as fleeting images rather than moving pictures and coherent feelings or thoughts.
- Listening to: Johnny Hollow "Human Lullaby"
Devious Comments
Hmm, I might have seen what you mean coming in from Werribee way. There was also a theatre or something which had had everything but it's face ripped off, that was impressive. There's some impressive shit out that way. Or maybe that's because I ain't from those parts.
Yeah, you need to update your submissions. Get your groove back girlfriend.
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Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
i haven't had time to do any photoadventuring at all, not since that last series of daytrips with my (now rather dated) dA submissions ._. sighhh.
Geelong sounds rad! There was a site i heard about in passing, and jotted it down somewhere to look into later though i forgot where it was now... it was an old coal power station somewhere around Melbourne which has been abandoned, and to me that already sounds DEEELICIOUS. i think i jotted it down in one of my notepads i had on me at the time (in the train), i'll let you know when i rediscover what i wrote >.<
i want a new camera damn it! i have to go through SO MUCH PAIN to remove anomalies and blemishes, and interference, with my current digicam! It sucks! But they cost sooo much money it just ain't worth it, i guess. Not when i have bills to pay and all that :'(
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welcome to visit my friend's DA , she has many awsome work too^^[link]
I did some little fence jumping of mine own a few weeks ago, broke into an abandoned house in geelong with one of the other strange men I talk to on this site (you are not alone). I was amazed at how many fucked up people come out to play in such places. Some had written '1800 I'll Fucking Kill You' on the shed, I was introveredly alarmed in my suburban softness. Its slightly frightening to walk into a room to find that the ceiling has been charred and burnt.
Don't you go evanescenting on me, my man. Tell me when you're running off, and I'll ask for a postcard.
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MySpace: [link]
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
-head begins to inflate-
AAAH.
However yes, thank you. i am, as always, evanescent and fleeting.
How's things for you been?
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MySpace: [link]
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
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MySpace: [link]
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
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I come from a land, it may or may not be down under, but it's a land altogether.
Me at a rave!
[link]
Heheh, silly petey!
...i think.
Argh!
And i saw the winning entry, it was lame!
Argh again!
But that's life. Again, thanks :)
Wow ten thousand. i don't understand how i'm still getting substantial pageviews whilst not actually putting stuff up? Hmmm. i might even be getting MORE now than i used to when i was regular with dA :O !!! What!
Sorreee, i'm a butthead when it comes to keeping up with dA especially. And Myspace, well, i'm not too great with that one either.
._.
:]
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MySpace: [link]
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
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They laughed at me because I am different;
I just smiled at them because they're all the same..
those poems could win awards if you join contests.
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They laughed at me because I am different;
I just smiled at them because they're all the same..
I'm your 10,000 page viewer and you're not here for me to brag to about it.
I hope you're okay. D=
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I come from a land, it may or may not be down under, but it's a land altogether.
Me at a rave!
[link]
Heheh, silly petey!
Well, the dAearth/MySpacearth.
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I play Russian roulette every day, a man's sport
With a bullet called life
Yeah, mama, called life
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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MySpace: [link]
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means.
The llamas are frightened.
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I come from a land, it may or may not be down under, but it's a land altogether.
Me at a rave!
[link]
Heheh, silly petey!
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... official photographer of antigone 2.0 [link]
...where the definition of "divine" can include old abandoned hospitals and rusty furniture.
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