take my hand..

[ Fred's Birthday ]
can’t park (me). can’t straighten car (not me). cheeseburger without pickles please. attack of the Ho’s. attempts to skate on ice. the nose drips like a leaky faucet. yellow napkins do the job. L plate skaters. snowball down back = pain. snowball to face = more pain. snowball down ass = teeheehee. classic stacks and one-sided bummprints. speed-me baby. the end of bummprints and nose-juice. house locked. the late beginning of ice cream cake and ping pong. waiting outside house stealing mangoes from the fridge and using teeth to gnaw at the skin (idiot?). you dont need eyes for ping pong. the ping pong ball deserves to be smacked into his head. Maccas distracts you enough to lock the keys in the car. 12 minute speeding. oh happy birthday Fred.

[ the day ]
the wake up call. empty black ink. the hang-up. nap. sms and roll me out of bed. friend. chicken pesto crepes @ garbo + mocha.  conversationalist.  honesty. pink lip gloss belongs on my lips. pink phone sold out. more honesty. appreciation. dirty car and driving.

[ the night ]
plate clearing and bread eating. cutlery polishing becomes my hobbie. i’ve become an old woman with wrinkled fingers. my food and drink hero. no tips cos there’s never any tips. the long goodnight.

[ the midnight ]
the friend. the surprise that was longed. drive straight. wind and spinifex. taste of sand. smell of salt. piggy-back me. see the stars thru my eyes. cold-ness breeze is fresh. the darkness hides my thongs. sand blinds me. windbreaker. sand tickles in my bummcrack. his tummy is talking to me. teeth. lighthouse is my saviour. eliza-star.  the nice sand. 3-times-eliza-size waddle.

you are the holder of my hand
the keeper of my heart
a pillar to rest when my essence is weak
a candle when i’m trapped in the dark.

you shelter me from the fucked up world
and protect me from the boys
becos boys are the reason we’re so fucked up? =)

i’ll serenade my baby with my dancing chicken song
and pretend that this world, is where i belong
we can smile about the life we used to believe
and talk about the bastards that made our hearts bleed.

so friend through all blackness, lightness and death
we’ll cheers through the tears and eat through the pain.
we’ll coffee and throw darts, at yesterdays regrets
and drink till the memories are forgotten once again.

for baby we are, like remorseful old hags.
destined to stay friends
through the good and the bad.

I think with my heart and not my head.
My head feels impinged by a bullet.
i’m not hanging around for nothing.
Shoot my heart while you’re at it?

I breathe rain on hot cement
I shout out your name.
I watch you turn to face me
and smile as i walk away.

Wipe away those empty skies
and the blood from your lonesome face
Tonight i’ll make your sorrows fade
Tomorrow i’ll drain your tears, dry.

For you are the sparkle in my eye
and the slyness that deceives my soul.
The warmth in my smile and my chilling touch
and you’ve only caught a glimpse of me baby.

hmmm… so out of control. Fuckhead.

i’m not used to washed up emotions. Explain urself soon.

blows a kiss