Two of you, I know

Do I know you?

Warm
Familiar surrounds
Remind me

Casting back...

Physical
Similarities fade
Different now

Grow with me?

Come
Close still
Whisper

Where to go?

Be still
Here and there
Fly

For Ash

Fly shooting star
Fly

What is a true
false
Representation of thee?

How often do you fly,
How free
is free?

Move dancer
Move

Be the nimble
sturdy
Dancer, I know you to be

Passion, compassion, focus
You know
the key

Cold fire
Cold

What place does
depression
Hold in your being?

Chilled to the bone, thaw
Seek what
you're seeing

Warm fire
Warm

Blaze hot, inspire
passion
Near and afar

Smile, smile, smile
Fly far
shooting star.

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I really like her new tattoos =]

Barclay Blues (I)

Love, hold me close
Fill my daily dose

With a bluesy tune
Dear, make me swoon

Be my today
And blow me away

Go with my flow
Ever so slow

Sweetheart be mine
Let the grape tell the vine

And you, I'll adore
Forever and evermore

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An example of me writing for the sake of writing. My rhyming couplets never seem to flow...

Styx

Curiously enough, the cemetery backs onto a river. The maps call it "Vicar", after the Vicar John Roberts. He led the first expedition out this way in the 1700s. The cemetery was built four years later. Three men died building the Church; the funeral was held in the only other completed building - the Tavern.

Years ago, before I left, I'd come down here on the weekends and sit by dad's grave, right next to the river. Usually I'd read. Fairytales and mythology mostly. When I was old enough to work, I saved and bought a portable radio. Dad used to take me to sporting matches back in the day; I sat by him later and listened to games being called on my radio.

I used to tell dad that the river should be called the Styx. He would have laughed at that. Kids would even build rafts, in the summer. My friends and I did it, one year when we were old enough to know better. We got to the middle of the river and I stood up and proclaimed that I was Charon, ferryman of the dead, and would be taking a cover charge from all who crossed.

There is a bridge, right on the edge of town. No cover charge, but it's one way, so you have to be watchful. Crossing the river takes you to the highway and eventually to the city. The other way takes you out bush. Well, further out bush. Last time I crossed the bridge out of town, I stopped on the other side. Got a picture, had one last look around, and took off. Had my grand adventure; living in the city, studying, drinking, working, partying. Made it through two degrees and a Masters.

I came back; every change I got to escape the big smoke, I took. Stayed with Mum and visited everyone. Guess it's fitting, this time I'm staying by myself and visiting Mum and Dad.

The town hasn't changed much. Aside from all the solar panels, everything's pretty much the way it was. The whole town still turns out to the cemetery for a funeral. We all still wear black. The closest living relatives still get the first handful of dirt; the first to say goodbye. That dirt's still hard to wash off.

And the river still flows.

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Yay for stories! I had an urge to write something vague and quasi-rambling. Oddly enough, I had every intention of going into more detail, but it didn't seem to need it.

Playlist on Shuffle

Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

You pretty tune
Swing me this way and that

Slink
Bassline
Slink

Be pretty cheeky
Tease me here and there

Hurry
Hurry
Hurry

Frantic pretty guitar
Shake me, wake me, take me

Buzz
Buzz
Buzz

Dirty pretty electric
Harmonise me a moonwalk

Bang
Bang
Bang

Strong pretty drum
Pressure me to birth a bassline

Chill
Chill
Chill

My pretty Superhero
Wonder me a world of Love

Dance
Dance
Dance

Pretty Emo kid
At least we have the Music

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I was listening to music whilst thinking of what to write, and behold the result! Pretty much wrote a snapshot feel of a few songs.

Offspring: Why don't you get a job?
Dresden Dolls: Mandy goes to med school
System of a Down: Chop suey
FOB&JM: Beat it
Paramore: Born for this
Matchbox20: Real world
FOB: Dance dance (demo) <= yeah Helenabear, with the subliminal verse.

A day to See

St Barnabas Church Sign:

"Jesus kicks the Hell out of Death."

:)

Pink Hummerzine:

Driven by buff man with platinum blonde hair, wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt and shiny, metallic gray pants.
Not sure if the Audi in front had anything to do with it, but they pulled up at roughly the same time.

Priest:

On the platform at Town Hall station. Wearing long black robes, complete with collar. Late 20s-30s? Short reddish/brownish hair and glasses. Backpack.

Nokia Ad:

Featuring Lady GaGa with a black lightning bolt on her right cheek.
(Helenabear, Lady GaGa opening for the Pussycat Dolls this May.)

Tara Close:

Street sign between Yennora and Fairfield stations, near an electrical substation. Not the first time I've seen it.
Conjures images of Buffy characters and fanfiction.

Mandy Goes to Med School:

Could you imagine doing a slow rhythm to this song?

Scooter:

Young guy smoking whilst on a (foot-powered) scooter. Wtf?

Manning, level 1

Today I find myself at Manning. Nothing unusual about that; Manning houses my peeps. The class schedules of all of my other friends dictate that I have no one to hang out with at these times, so I find people. People from Sutekh.

Not that this is a great time or place to expound on the virtues of Sutekh (many though they are). That I save for another day, another time, poetically.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm bored. I brought my laptop to uni so I could check my emails without having to deal with uni computer labs and the likelihood that there will be no computers available for use. So I'm here, blogging and applying for jobs on seek, doing my darndest not to go read fanfiction, mainly because TwoBeard next to me will laugh himself to pieces if he finds out.

Helena, how do you find me all of these jobs??? The nine or so that you linked me to last week I had to abandon in the face of cataclysmic internet stuff-ups, and now I can't find any worth applying for. I have actually applied for a couple of desk jobs, which is better than I was doing before. Perhaps a look through Woolies again? We'll see...

Maybe I will get onto the fanfction when we move up to the bar area.