The Rainforest Revisited

Outing #48: And another

I grow attached to a dead parrot that’s slowly decomposing, a cleaning of Junction 142 of junkie filth, no visit to the rainfirest in over two weeks now and an ever expanding collection of attractive female friends sees me finally not so nervous talking to beautiful women which was all I ever really needed to do to begin with,

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Outing #47: We knew there’d be another ..

As long as I don’t have a home I can go to for some kind of privacy, the outings will happen: surrounded by people all day while I’m in town, the rainforest is the most privacy I get, period.

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Outing #46: Last outing, for now.

A pigeon already cursed with ugliness gets mowed down by a tourist who denies doing it, seven cockatoo set karma right though, I mouth-feed one of them and .. you know this post spans a full fortnight – I cannot condense that much into an excerpt.. 14,531 words this week and counting.

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Outing #45: You women at the church are lovely 👧👵

I received admiration today among a host of other things, when all I was expecting were two 1kg bags of powdered milk which seemed to me like a pretty selfish request on my part anyway – given how many people that place feeds every day – but they happily gave me the last two bags in the cupboard. How sweet is that?

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Outing #44: I’ve got to leave town NOW..

It’s 6:30am and I’m sick of every fuckhead in town staring at me. I’ve gotta go before they all get up so I don’t have to put-up with another day faking it surrounded by the general public: pretending I’m having just as good a time as they are – it’s bullshit.

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Outing #43: Back to the bush

Thanks to the women at the pharmacy, I’ve got a tin of shortbread biscuits to stop me eating moths for tonight, and thank you Michele – best ex I’ve ever had.

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