Love

October 2018: Bitches be trippin’ 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

With one woman a loving enabler who wants me home with her, another a bitch who’d rather hang out with her fat married girlfriend than me, and now a third proclaiming she just wants to fuck me, I have had enough of all their collective bullshit.

Outing #56: The Homeless is over 💀

It’s been about a month now, and though I’m starting to see how five separate rooms in a comfortable unit has it’s advantages, I’m also having to adapt to having only half the money I’ve had for the whole period I was without a home. I need cash in hand, undeclared work, if I want any chance of getting ahead.

Outing #55: The soulmate returns 🎻

I finally reunite with the love of my life, again, so it’s back to freezing my cock off outside homeless in a sleeping-bag for me, help Brian multiple times in attempting to eradicate the fleas or bedbugs or whatever they are that he’s too embarrassed to ask other residents for help with, and the battle over the piano continues..

Bird is the word.

Today I went to work, threatened my employer with legal action, started smoking cannabis right outside the library on the steps, got saved for another few days with $50 from my Mother and fed a gorgeous pigeon. You?

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Oh poor baaaby!!

I saved a baby pigeon about an hour ago. I know, right, how fuckin hippie am I? I’ll check-in later and see if he’s alright. I also admire a victorian-era building long considered the jewel on the crown of Katoomba – the hotel I was conceived in – and begin adapting to being homeless.

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Dear Universe..

Yes, I know I begged for my ‘one for me’ whilst in my tent way back whenever, but the last one just wasn’t the one and here’s why. Kindly address these flaws before sending the next one.

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To you who promised all…

The last I’ve got to say about the woman who delivered none of what she promised and wasted well over a year of my life. There’s bad language, yes indeed.

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Solid Amethyst ring

Woman’s ring carved from a solid block of amethyst then polished to a 50,000 grit diamond finish.

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Portrait of an ex

This could’ve been a pretty striking painting – had I not left it in some random woman’s house in Adelaide – but it’s gone now and I don’t give a shit about her anymore.

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