pigeon

No sleep for me..

I start work, cut groovy animals out of shrubs in the ex’s yard, start annoying my supervisor for more work and I dunno the month has only begun so this excerpt will be rewritten towards the end.

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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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