Messages6 August 2019
can’t see the sky in this rave dungeon
we got in for the big harold DJ set and he was (as usual)
playing far out shit, felt like we were in blade runner
especially when a half naked woman inside a plastic bag with flashing
lights started dancing on a platform
what did you get up to last night?
i drank a bottle of jacob’s creek and went to sleep
matched with my ex on tinder
didn’t see that one coming
sorry ur back in emotional turbulence shit city,
im on hold at Centrelink probs about to get indicted with tax fraud
did you know Paris Hilton was
the first 20th century existential philosopher? her manifesto,
‘The Stars are Blind’ broke new territory upon its release
people who aren’t forced to confront cultural forces think that they transcend them
The Thing is,
most art is just bitching about your parents
…….. or your exes!
there is a new underground train station that is being built in the city
and there are all these tiny little mice scuttling around the state library
bc they’ve been displaced
and i keep having those boring conversations,
with lit bros, who are always banging on about classics
but guess what? you don’t even need to have read them
just go look at the wikipedia page!
i’m a crumpled up piece of paper, lying here
Taylor Swift was talking about a breakup when she wrote that
and i feel it too……….
im crawling under my bed to find the croissant i didn’t eat yesterday
god, living is so morbidly embarrassing!
baby, just take care of yourself
would you rather, when you sweat, you sweat honey,
or you can only speak and write latin?
i want to be dripping in gold honey
sticky, delicious, sweeter than sugar
but the vatican does have a certain allure to it
found some more of your stuff
flower crop top, passport photos, some socks, other things
i want to apologise again for the last few times i’ve unloaded onto you,
wish i could go back and not do that
the thing is, i love you
but not in the way you want me to
did you know that santa was a necromancer
saint nicholas ate pies filled with children who died from the famine
I think it’s inherited from a young age
…….. To be cruel……..
Will you still remember i exist in April?
how did writing your poetry assessment go
i wrote a really good statement of intention,
almost convinced myself that i had actually meant those things when i was starting out