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November 2018: On with the show 🌻

Spring is now in its tail end and I need to resume employment and resume normal life. Whether I also need to move on and settle for a less detached woman depends on you, but know that ‘happily single’ is an oxymoron to me and the clock is ticking..

Outing #53: Forwards we go? 🍎

We’ve just been over to the new neighbours place, another young chick who has been abandoned by another badly matched male she shouldn’t have bred with, so she and her toddler are discovering the utopia of single parent living.

Outing #52: “Yes” 💕

Alrighty now .. gunna get on top of this shit today because everything’s shut so I’ll have nothing to distract me.

Outing #50: Cometh, the birdman

Whatever you know, read it and find it. I’ve been off centre for weeks and need to go back to the rainforest. So far this week I’ve lost both my bank card and photo id and probably should care more than I do, but I’m feeling myself recentre so whatever 🙂

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.

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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Three weeks straight on the street, no sweat.

Poison berries have me in agony all day – but man they taste good , I get a deluxe grinder to shred my drugs, a lizard on the main street I seriously considered eating just for a moment and I take another step towards vaporizer godliness with an RDA.

Myself vs Broadspectrum Pty Ltd

Called fairwork in the morning, cute chick in the afternoon, vegan soup all over me in the evening. What a *crazy* few weeks 🙂

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