The Sludge is Coming

Runnerway

2005-05-13T11:58:00.000+09:30

Lost my hair today
blowin' away on the runway runnerway
gone are the things that I wanted to say
Blow 'em away, blow 'em away

Learnin' all the things that I knowed anyway
blow 'em away on the runway runnerway
usin' all the things that I lost anyway
blow 'em away
Runnerway Runnerway

NEEEniiiiiiiiiiiiiNEEEEEEEniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNEEEEEEEEWATCH OUT ON THE RUNNERWAY

Nex time

2005-05-13T11:48:00.000+09:30

Speak freak speak
steal 'cos you broke
known 'cos it's spoke
protest 'cos you hope

stand in the road
tell everyone "No"
tell everyone "No"
tell everyone "NO"
so you go fit up while I dig the trench
Lest we forget mate
lest we forget

tag 'cos you caveman
spoke 'cos it's known
set yerself free mate
GO go GO

There's always fuckin' nex time
There's always fuckin' nex time
There's always fuckin' nex time

GRANd

2005-05-12T11:05:00.000+09:30

Sittin' at the bar, jus' cruisin'. There's a little over forty people, quiet bar mingles. Time is fleeting, the beer refreshing, outside it's raining. I sit by a candle an' light my smokes offof it. Hank Djays an' buddha serves drinks. NIRVANA.
I have a glass of ice cream! Inside the glass a mini antartica melts, polar cream bears hunt vanilla seals. Until they drown in melted cream.
ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM! I eat ice cream with a fork.
cheers buddha.
It's all chillin' night an' the dimmed lights choose the the atmosphere GRANd.
Hank mixes the sound receptive hearing.

"How did you break yer arm Kaff?" I ask, Gerl on my right, she's bein' all kind.
"Fell off a bike, was bein' dinked, stuck my foot in the wheel."
Hand movement mime tumbling through space.
"It was terrible."

Hank sound receptive hearing mixing:
SHAFT gets the boys in the corner groovin' their big men.
The night shifts onto sexy ideals makin' me think of OutKast, commercial success deservers.

"That was confusin' weren't it."
"Your money is no good here."

Chardonay
the word sounds like it smells
Chardonay
it tastes like it's spelt

what was in that cocktail it was pink an' had guava in it.
\on the go yerknow...

Fuckin' Fate

2005-05-10T12:08:00.000+09:30

Haven't been here, a while. I got angry at my boss. I said, "Well, if you can't listen to me I can't work here!" An' I walked out. Money falls out of my pockets. The rents due an' I'm not listenin' to the early warning signs of poverty. "Should I buy, food or smokes." Then I buy smokes an' go hungry. I haven't been into centerlink yet. I can't stomach their smile. Peter Costello's pig face keeps popping up at the troff, while I lie in bed past 11 o'clock wondering how hard it would be to hit the street an' sell my arse. Things weren't so bad until we lost the laptop: she's in transit, she's in transit. "We had all this momentum behind us." Our sound is a memory laughed at by clowns deleting hard drives in pawn shops. I've become a ping pong ball volleyed on the upshot of fate, high, higher, only to land an' be squashed by some human being's insignificant foot. Fuck Fate! Fuck Fate! Fuck Fate...

2005-02-02T16:30:00.000+10:30

They use it 'cors we use it, but we both use it for the same reason that they use it.

Movin' On

2005-01-22T14:33:00.000+10:30

I'm movin' on now
one look at me will be nothing but a shrug of her shoulders
an' it hurts, though I'm movin' on, it hurts
'cos my flame won't attract her attention

one look at me will be nothing but a shrug of her shoulders

I wish this train ride would never end
I'm movin' on now
I'm movin'
further an' further
from her shrug shoulder glance

it's my first day

2005-01-22T14:09:00.000+10:30

1/2 HOUR LUNCH
Done it once/Don't do it again
Jobs aren't so cosy/Now I recall
Sometimes/I don't want money at all
Never really liked it much anyway
So much easier to let fade into the background of my mind so I can contrive it like past

KNOCK OFF
"Ciao bello" Italian bloke, Con, I work with. When I'm leavin' he says, "Ciao bello." It was a strange day, he didn't like me till the end. He kicked my vacuum cleaner down the stairs/I hated him for that. Until the end when he said, "Ciao bello" the sun shone an' we shook hands.
"Ciao bello."

Daydream walk away

2005-01-18T01:03:00.000+10:30

Walkin' walkin' walkin'
But walkin' goin' somewhere
Put on your own shoes
Stop pretending this is a game
No it's not my hobby
TISM (this is serious mum)
TISM

John

Howard

I seen 'im walkin an' I daydream I see him I walk on up an' punch him in the nose. His glasses fall off an' the ASIO bodyguards jump on me. Headline

JOHN HOWARD PUNCHED IN THE NOSE

Walkin' walkin' walkin'
But walkin' goin' somewhere
Powerlines buzzin' daylight
Competition out here is fierce
Ride your bike fast
Run your legs fast

John

Howard

I get beat up by ASIO agents an' have to go to court. But I get off for claiming human nature. Inferiority complex, I have to be the alpha male. Headline

NEW PRIME MINISTER

shores of destiny

2005-01-15T13:08:00.000+10:30

3 boys stand naked on the shores of destiny. They stare into the mirror flash reflection as it laps at their ankles.
The 1st boy sees his time flicker before him, broken dreams, betrayal, disenchanted circumstance. The water washes over him like a night where you can't sleep. He drops into the waking water clutches his knees and slowly sinks.
The 2nd boy spies all good times, punchdrunk love, blacking in, blacking out. He is so enamoured by what he sees that he floats off into the current. To lazy and dazed to fight he lets himself go until he is dragged into a whirlpool and disappears from sight.
The 3rd boy sees himself now, snippets of past, he sees the infinite possiblitles flowing before him, he dives into the waking water and swims with the current. He lets himself go, he floats, he shuts his eyes clutches his knees and remembers his time in the mothers womb. He opens his eyes and swims back against the current to the shore where he stands on the edge of destiny. And he says to himself, "It's nothing to special, I'm always standing on the shores of destiny."

sunrise

2005-01-15T13:05:00.000+10:30

Sunrise on the crane
sunrise move train
Sunrise on my shame
make it bright
so unabashed my shame can play>>>>>

Group Seizure

2004-12-14T23:02:00.000+10:30

Sittin' here, spare bed in a spare room. Noise explodin' down the walls n' swimming through the posters of scattered thoughts. Pete: murks morph guitar/Jack: bellows science sonar technology/Gagz: drives fast down groove mountain.
Live, personal Cd player in the bedroom. MtV, you can't have this.

Rising Sun

2004-12-14T22:08:00.000+10:30

Dizzy sunlight sparks internal fuzz apart. I sit here close to the end of a bank balance, crest of a wave breaking takin' out the sun in a huge tidal wave of creation. Corner Swan st an Burnely in a pub, Rising Sun for $10 parma pot meal deal. Sneakin' a peek at a girl in a stripe shirt. The panties on her arse are hangin out the back of her jeans. Cool air blows the door open an smoke plumes in light streamin' from the yawnin' sun. There's a number six on my pot an pool balls rummble on a table. "Click clop..." Plastic one hit wonder pop tells me, "if you want me/if you want me/if you love me" then catch a groove on the plastic electronic drum pattern.
I stare at the jersy girl carryin' pots for her an her boyfrien'. I sit here alone eatin' parma an pot wonderin' how did I become frien' s with the girl's instead of bein' with 'em? I'm called up as the shoulder to cry on, an it wears me thin. Not that I mind! I love them an' hate, hate to see 'em hurt.
It's jus when I need them they are never there.
But they are in ways, when they need me I need them, an' even though I spend the time listenin' to their pains, they are there listinin' to mine. Yeah, in that metaphysical bullshit sense. At least I know they need me.
Everything happens for a reason. I'll smile in the crux of illogical treason.
So now I have to decide whether I stay for another pot. An as I get closer to the end of the pot, an the end of a bank balance, I decide I will survive. All I have to do is stick it out till the 18th this Satday, then I'll go home fer christmas, an' the world I can, an' it can forget about me fer a while.
I sit here writing in the pub feeling like Hemmingway penning my phony masterpiece. I bought the second pot an' scratch another rollie from the sparse packet under my elbow. Will something happen to this pretend Hemmingway?
The tvee goes snow, the muzak stops, shrouded in silence the crowd gasps.
There is a car accident in the intersection out front. The wail of an emergency crew.
Then everything snaps back to utterly random reality, an yes, my phone doesn't ring. Even the girl showing her panties has pulled her shirt down. At least AC/DC plays...

drunken

2004-12-05T04:01:00.000+10:30

Man, I jus took me shirt off 'cos I'm up for some ta[ppin on thr ekeyboard rap tap tatp rap. Yeah, I i dunno I jus got back from bein out an I guess I didn't have that goood a niogth! whatever it was alirihght or efev en better I just cant remember cos I' toast right now but at least I enjo9y meself I try tio make sense odf the keys when UI t6ap em but sometines i like press the worng the kety an tahs what you see so it must be rfun readin this drunken blog spot shit buit I'me sure someone has done it bnfor cos everthing has bneeen done bofr trauest trust me I know how to spell the dictinary. I knowe e3veyrtyhing @ tim land this is me fberain or mind or yer know me!@ this ixs me I xist now is this contempary cos I was talkin with this girl tnoight an she askt me : "what kind of genre do (does your writing) fit into ? An I was all not knowe hiow toi ahnswer an shit Biut I sayh sometihing like: "nothing!!!!!!!" "I like to tyhink I'm contempary@ an sehes' all like : " of cousres your cvontedmapary you exist now., I'm all yeah man I exist now an I exist to evolve an I I exist hurrah I exist hurrah for yuou exist in the same plce I exist in. so lets exist to evolver nshit.

Holden Caulfield

2004-11-21T16:04:00.000+10:30

At this real deal private school college friend of a friend housewarming party with the rich kid's navels. The place: this art deco body corporate apartment carpark, St Kilda Rd, stuck between giant gob smacking skyscrapers all pointing high up into the stratosphere. Me, man, I used to live here with this girl so not really friend of friend, more ex communicated house-mate. Nice girl, I like her nose.
Askt, why I moved out by a newly met mate on the back porch staring at the arse of Faulkner Park remindin' myself of sitting, sipping coffee, smoking rollies.
"The place man." I lie. "This is to inner city. The building's are all big an' glassy, I ust to come out here an' stare into that window there." I point out the often spotted attraction. "There, I'd come out here nine or so have a coffee an' a smoke an' there would be this dude still there working his head away to an early grave."
It was money, I left 'cos of the money, I left 'cos of the girl, I left 'cos it was the city. So I didn't lie, I just choose the answer from many alternatives in conversation.
I walk around my old bathroom, thru my old hallways an haunt, drinking beer an pissing in my old toilet. The bath-tub's stacked with beer an ice an while in here collectin' beers for the empty bottles of mates in the living area I run into a blonde drinking a crownie. As I grab a handful of the moroon blue label MB's, I'm reminded of only moments b'for. Conversation with the smart an smarmy scientist Gagz. With fresh information tackling the memory synapses of my brain I start to repeat the pharses an hand gestures.
"You know what I jus' heard."I say at this blonde cornering her between the mirror and toilet door.
"The CUB factory has this really big vat that the beer goes in, the top part, the crown, is for crownies, the middle bit goes to VB's an MB's. The bottom bit, the shit, goes out to pubs for dollar pot nights, an the rest gets dumped in the Yarra."
Unaware, I was of behind. A group of girls interested or not, but listening all the same to what I says. One piped up, "You're a liar!"
"Am not was jus told by a scientist."
"Well, I don't believe you an I'm going to find out an then tell you you're wrong. What's your name?"
"Tim, do you want my phone number?" Then I walked out of the bathroom.
I went for another cigarette on the back balcony an overheard a conversation: It began with with two boys one said to the other,
"What am I going to do? I won't be able to have a ciggie for my whole twenty-first party!"
"It's alright man, jus hide, I know a guy who's 30 years old an his grandfather still doesn't know he smokes."
"What about the speeches? What did you do?"
"It's alright man, Hey Gary come out here!"
Another two boys come out an they huddle together, timeout.
"He's worried about his twenty-first."
"Don't worry about it man, at my 21st, I felt the same, Henry was doing the speech but he did innuendo, so only the people in the know, know."
An all this time I listen, I'm thinking. Aren't the whole points and traditions of twenty-first celebrations being trampled here. It's our step into adulthood. The time where we can stand equal with our elders as adults. So why would you want to lie to them? Isn't that a tad childish, have you grown up at all during your twenty-one years? Or are you still a thirteen year old smoking behind the bike sheds? Fuck that! Let them know who you really are! Cos then you're no fony. An I should have yelled it at 'em before I stepped inside, but I didn't. Instead I stole three crownies an a bottle of champange an left the party.

2004-11-21T15:57:00.000+10:30

Here

under the bridge

I don't have a camera

Was, waiting for lights to change, corner St Kilda Rd an Carlise St. An this car stopped right on the walking crossing in front of me. So I was standing, staring, waiting for the green light. An they was in my way, my view:

There was this girl in the backseat wanting a lighter an all the other girls was ignorin' her. They all looked stoned, but not happy stoned. Big faced sad stoned. I was thinking maybe I should put my hand in my pocket and hand over my lighter to the poor girl in the backseat. But I got the vibe they didn't want me talkin' to 'em.

An then. I was right 'cos the girl in the passenger seat looks at me an says,

"Take a photo mate, it'll last longer!"

I was shocked, you know, that saying went out years ago, plus she was in my way! What did she want me to do? Turn around, I was going forward not backwards. Anyways I looked back an said,

"I'm crossing the road! No offence or nothing you're just here!"

Then the lights changed an I had to walk around their car to cross the road. An it wasn't until now that I'm under the bridge that I realise what I should of said back:

"I don't have a camera, but I got a paper an pen."

Where do we go now?

2004-11-21T15:53:00.000+10:30

Sitting, Café, Degraves alley. Cosy up against the wall, an fuckin' Craig David screws up the graffiti scrawl cobblestone alleyway appeal. Oh, I'm so fuckin' underground now aren't I? So I'm rolling my trendy smoke an huffin' like James Dean, dead.

Memory stirs an me an Farn's in the car, I'm drivin' an we're cruisin' down Chapel St. Stereo's up real loud pourin' out cheap speakers crackle, distorted Kisssshhhh. We're winding down our windows an singin' Supergrass at the hotted up Doff Doofffers. "I wanna know where know where the strange ones go!"

'Cos where do I go now? Am I missing out on something? Graffiti all over the walls depicting decline and fall. An where is it? Where are they? The strokes are wrong man this isn't it. It's all style no appeal. Fashionista death squad. I finish my trendy flat white, the café is closing. Where do I go now?

2004-11-14T21:26:00.000+10:30

My housemate is scared to open my bedroom door. She thinks I'm masterbating! Well, I am kinda, writing my thoughts on the internet for all to see. What makes me think I'm that important?
I live in a sharehouse with a couple, Farns an Suz. I also live with Farn's lil' bro Dave an his pet scorpion.
I broke up with my girlfriend about a month ago, she came round today. It sort of annoyed me 'cos all of a sudden it's like old times an I started talking like I used to an acting they way I used to an I looked into her eyes an I fell back into that time.
I've changed in the last month an I was so surprised to watch myself crumble in front of her this afternoon. I left the house while she checked her emails, I went to the supermarket, I spent the last of my money on food so I could cook her dinner. We talked like we used to, we shared a meal like we used to. Then she went out the front door like she'd never done before.
Ahhrr that's enough....
Farn's is a strange character. He's some sort of security guard who works in a bunker. When the alarms go off he rings people up an tells 'em, "YOUR ALARM'S GOING OFF!"
My city is in his hands an he can't even do the dishes! He loves watchin' Law an Order an SUV. He plays PS2 games. Last week he was US soldier in Operation Desert Storm. I watched him shoot some poor sheperds goats. I told him,
"Farn's you're going go to hell for that." He repiled,
"Sheep go to heaven, Goats go to hell." Then he shot the shepherd.

Truncated

2004-11-14T20:44:00.000+10:30

infect me with your point of view
suffocate me with your ideology
inundate me with your desire
truncate me with your...

reverse psychology

2004-11-13T01:42:00.000+10:30

i want to shoot cupids arrow straight into your heart
'cos truth is just like love you can see it in the dark
but don't let anybody else know, no. don't let anybody else know

secrets only lead to lies, i'm naked
an if i grow bald i won't comb over
but don't let anybody else know, no. don't let anybody else know

history is a dream our fathers have
the future isn't here we're living in the fatherland
but don't let anybody else know, no. don't let anybody else know

i know
you know
he knows
they know
i know
you know i know you know heknows theyno i no you kno he no they no ino uno uno
an everybody
is taking sides everybody are taking sides
everybody is taking sides
everybody is on sides

submission

there is more time than you can fit on a clock
an jus 'cos the alarm went off don't mean you got to get up

Rise of Demise

2004-11-12T23:32:00.000+10:30

time is always flying
out of a window in front of me
i'm never really sure of the day of the week
or of the difference it'll make to me
but i wanna be around when the shit hits the fan this time

tv is trying to be funny
but I don't get the joke I guess it's laughing at me
Politicians are always caught out lying
but I know there's a bigger secret I can't see
still i wanna be around when their pants fall down to the ground

time, change

twin towers fall down, bombs get dropped
all in the name of God's
war's for oil? wars for land?
i reckon it's a big game of capture the flag
'cos i seen 'em take the land an turn it into theirs

time is always
my mind...
i'm gonna sit back recline
an watch, yeah i'm gonna watch, the rise of demise

Bezett

2004-11-12T23:08:00.000+10:30

Highway
Stream of light
First headlights I see tonight...