The Laughs.

Comedy festival.
Favourite time of year in Melbourne.

My heart is yearning.

But Paris is burning.

Ladyhawke.

Delightful.

Scream.

As a man to my right screamed in the chilled nights air, Fuckin Maggot Poofter Basted. I had to laugh. Why is it a man can yell obscene profanities to another man that he doesnt even know in a public venue without being kicked out? It seems footy is just a hobbie for people with tourette's. its simply delightful and rather beautiful in i guess a serial killer kind of way. 

The Art.

A Feeling.

I sat there looking up in the dark still tram with over 20 people sitting next to me all as still as i was. I simply listened to the melodic rhythms in my head phones traveling through my insignificant brain, breathing every note through me with an uncontrollable power, but it was the gray softer than fairy floss clouds that past beneath the full moon that made me think of the simplicity that everyone else has seemed to forgotten.

The Kurdt

' I feel there is a universal sense amongst our generation that everything has been said and done. True. but who cares it could still be fun to pretend.'

So i've been reading the Kurt Cobain journals.

A mazing.

311 Day

Fuck the bullshit its time to throw down!

Today is 311 Day.

The best day in the world.

Get some funky 311 tunes on the go.