Everybody knows

After work I was waiting at the bus stop. An Aboriginal couple started fighting. He kicked her. She cried. She screamed. She screamed nauseating screams. She screamed for people to help her. I ran over. I was one of the two that bothered to break it up while about seventy ignored it. I don't understand Darwin, this happens all the time, what the fuck is wrong with you people?

I ran past some bus driver who were having a cigerette break. I overheard them say 'just let them go'. After it had all quieted down one of those bus driver's I heard told me that he was actually saying 'just let her go' instead of what I did hear. Maybe he thought he could save face after the police had put the fucker in the paddy wagon. I don't care. It all makes me sick.

Fashion is my only culture.

I'm a very angry man. It's the only thing that seems to come constantly and clear. One must prepare if you are to own your anger. It's better than wallowing in depression but it hurts when you can't get a date. No one wants to see me succeed doing what I want. Live and learn.

Another existentialist wimp

Welcome back.

Time is running out for this blog and a major re-vamp required to make it more pleasurable and insightful for the current generation, the 1970's were a long time ago and everybody is tired of introspection.

A crisis of reason and existence has befallen me. I must appeal to a bigger crowd yet retain some of my gritty street credibility. Maybe even making it fun for myself. A little serious, a little smart and a lot of energy. The 1980's were glossy and empty while remaining cruel to anyone not in the spotlight, it's time for that to get old.

The 1990's showed we we're all contradictory, irrelevant and hypocritical.

The 2000's were mean, cold, aggressive and painful.


2010 > Smash lies.