God Bless Melbourne!

what a fucking beast.

and what a fucking bitch (I'm sure she'll make a loving, infertile wife and make some banker really happy someday). not very australian of her. I'm inclined to think she might be a Britisher.

only a matter of months now before this kid is booking Modular parties and fucking Kate Moss.


parents just don't understand.


p.s. i update this thing when i fucking feel like it. cuz when you're down with the tray-five ghostbusters clique, you do what it is that you do when you do it.

walks on water, fucks in the moonlit alleyways, got nothin' to lose.

Midnight Juggernauts - Shadows

that summer, she flew me to Adelaide.
made me a rhubarb pie and told me things would be wonderful.
bought me a Fender Jazz Bass. Mexican-made.
she's got the moves.

she knows how to use it.

and so do i.

one day, my J was stolen outta the van, in an instant.
i don't play the jazzy bass no more.
now i just draw the insects that scurry about the bedroom floor.
i PRAY for rain.