But ignoring is more fun.

If you walk into a classroom and theres a window missing, either theres something wrong with your school or something wrong with your coffee.

Dripping with alchemy.

In the end you have something so far removed from the original product that you dont know where the fake ends and the real begins.

Or if there is any real left.

One Desire.

A glance
Eye contact.
Look away. Look back.
A touch
Both hands.
Reaching slowly, meeting.
A sigh

And then the explosion.

And then the decision.

Was I too close for contact.

And in the darkness she screamed for the light.



And in the darkness she waited.

You are not alone, dear loneliness.

Dear Alyssa;
Thankyou for your kind letter. It provided many lols. And the Dunndemort reference? Pure genius. I hope that our letter swapping can continue for many a year.

I would just like to point out how its kind of sad how my phone has a better camera than my actual digital camera. Fail? Perhaps.

Love F.M.
[expand on that fat]

Playing for affection.

This is my new phone. Hate to say it, old phone, but this ones better.

Time anachronism.

Basic Human Instinct.

Its like eating. Except ten times better.

RIPhone

So my beloved phone finally carked it. Kind of. It still turns on, just the inside screen is blank.

People sometimes say theres beauty in death.


I just say theres one unread text message in half death.

Poignant desire

When making up bullshit for English, its funny what little gems you come up with.

Gems that will be of no importance to you ever again.

For a subject that wont even matter in 5 years.

Don't you just love homework?

Twisted transparency.

Handle with Care.

Converstations while cooking.

There are superficial facts in life.

And then there are truths.




You'll know when you've found a truth. It sticks to your heart.

Faking the smile for a while more.

I had this really vivid dream last night.

I watched this major car crash, twice.
The first time I saw it was through the media.

The second time was through my own eyes. And between the two times was the lead up of events to me seeing it.

And the second time, it played out in slow motion. And I knew what was happening, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I just watched. Transfixed, horrified, scared, mad.



And I had never felt so alone and helpless than when I was watching this car-crash dream.

Sleep is over-rated

Dream. Wish. Create. Think. Believe. Hope. Love.



And try not to sound like a software production company advertisment.

Hating the wind.

I used to wonder if the world in the mirror was real. Whose to say that we are nothing more than mere reflections?

Delicious irony.

Oh Food Tech assessment. How fat you make me.

From the mess to the masses.

This is Funkie. She was found in Mount Colah. And can now be found in our house.

Still waiting for the owners to get back to us.

Warped reality, fractured imagination.

She asked me, 'Do you know when you're dreaming?'
I didnt hesitate.
'Yes.'



But that was just a dream.

90% real, 1% metal, 9% coffee

Drip.

There's this part at the begining of the live version of the song Hometown Glory by Adele. She's introducing herself to the audience, and her voice slightly quavers.

I don't know why, but it makes her seem more human. And every time I hear it, it makes me feel more normal.

Have you ever seen them in the same room?

One day, out of random desire, we’ll catch the bus heading for ‘Special’.




It sounds like a nicer place than ‘Sorry, not in service’.

And so we sang:

'Bugs and beetles in my cabbages,
Oh what horror, Oh what dread,
Five hungry beetles in my cabbages,
Soon my cabbages will be dead.

Ooh, Ah is what I said...
I hit a little beetle on the head'

Kids songs are just amazing.

Doing anything to just pass the time;

Teenage girls are just intimidating. You can tell what they're thinking by the way that they look at you.

And because you're giving that judgemental look right back at them..