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 #51: Winter is here..

I have my first home-cooked meal in six months, have to hand Rosa’s key back to her because of a few old bitches in the church itself and whatever else.

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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 #49: A roomful of lunatics

That’s who I had lunch with again, and that parrot is starting to smell pretty bad now. I’ll vomit in my mouth if I think about our interaction for the day much more. Parrot is *bad* now.

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.

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.

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