We will not go quietly into the night!

Independance day should be shown in schools around the world. See how many asses we could kick if we all got together and targeted the same guys?

I think a lot of things. But my bass is way up for the first time in a long time, listing to that type of music, not heavy but kind of lightening. Blocks out all the other white noise of life and lets me focus, think the thoughts i want to instead of those my brain forces me to. One day i will get around to do that one thing i absolutely must. doesnt sound like much of a must when i say "will get around to" does it? Its not possible for me at the moment, well maybe it is, but i dont think im ready and i dont want to push it and ruin my shot.

Excuses, all but sense all the same. I should go into politics, if i can convince myself of anything imagine what i could do with others. Arguments ideas imagination. I think the older generation has lost it, maybe its part of getting old. Maybe it was there generations own ideas that did it. I live for the day the 80's and early 90's kids inherit this earth. It will be scary and different but i think there will be some really good changes. I watch our government, and i see the one thing a governments should never be missing. Balls. Stand up, make a point, have an idea and have the sack to stand behind it. Disagree with someone, have the courage to agree with someone you detest. Stand up and say it again We are AUSTRALIAN. We are made of bloody tough stuff mate, and no one will ever think twice about it.

I think that's the way we should be. All of us, equal opportunity requires equal understanding. It's while we will never really reach that goal on a global understand simply because some people are stupid, and some people are far to set on taking the easy road offered because the one behind them so hard. Instead of being able to see how good life could be with just a little more effort.

Maniacally methodical. Would make an excellent for a heavy metal band.

I really have to go and buy my next sword. I will build the case with my own hands (and some of Dads help) and i will keep it under my bed. I will keep it sharp and clean and ready for the time that will never come. Seriously who needs a sword these days? Its not even a metaphor to me, its an image, and not some douche bag oh look i have sharp and shiny things. It's what i have mentioned so many times before this warrior thing. This idea that one day i will be needed and when the time comes I'll be ready.

I did extra hours today, pride in my work. I enjoyed it and hopefully I've set it up so tomorrow is cruisy and i can leave on time with no worries for Monday. Live for the days you can do whatever your will desires.

Never let the past smack you in the face to much or you ll grow to love the hand print.

I know what i meant when i wrote and i do now but that just sounds like something real. Maybe if i get famous they ll put it on some shitty wallpaper and smile at my genius.

Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...

Munching on a ham cheese sandwich in the morning on Friday
cruising down the pacific highway thinking bout the day ahead.

Come to think of it if Chuck Berry and Thirsty Merc started playing togetherI would pay to see it.

Things bode well for me and my little world, I’m actually rather happy, shocking I know (omg guys! is he really going to post something positive!!!) Yes and no. and maybe. The truth be told I have no idea what’s coming and for once I’m not scared by that, I’m okay not knowing what’s coming round the bend. I've started my new job 3 days into my new store and after my weeks training and I haven’t had a mental break down, I’ve even managed to make a few people smile and laugh. But I have my concrete setting, I have my job and my home, and food on the table and money slowly coming into the bank and with that I am okay. I have my bad days still full of demons hanging over my head and as always resistant to morteen, but with what is beginning I think I can at least start to ignore them, or picture them naked whichever works best.

The world of women still refuses to become part of my own, but its early days, some have floated further away but reserved me for coffee and biscuits later down the track some have gone altogether and good riddance to them I say. Off with the dead. A few things I’ve been thinking lately, that’s one of them, just weird little connections in my head. Off with the dead. The dead to me, the ineffectual, I don’t even know if that’s a word but I imagine you’ll all get it, those who know longer matter care or mind. Vanquished into the eternal darkness of memories lost forgotten or not cared for.

I think I should do this more often, for the sake of my head, and for the sake of my writing, it’s not all that good but someday it might be. I'd love to write an epic, a tale of awe and anguish, something to make a kid like me look to the future and think maybe someday I’ll be like that. Just as the authors I’ve read do for me.

And if all goes astray then maybe I’ll just staple it together and call it bad weather.