Aug 31, 2009

last day of winter

I'm at the beach and it's a REALLY hot day. it was a real luck out, cos my aunty and uncle have this place up there, so i took a few friends for a few days and we'd been hangin loose from the bigsmoke. anyway i was lying on a towel about 20-30m from the water, a bit to the left of the flags if you're facing the ocean.

my friends were sitting/lying around me. a few guys and a few girls. it was right before summer really started and the only opportunity to get this place for the ol' family rate. after Thursday, it was families i think until easterish or at least I'd never get it again.

i was feeling pretty cool, being the guy with the smart hookups and stuff and it'd been a good day. i guess just the regular beach shit, but anyway, it was getting to the mid-arvey maybe 3.30ish we were a bit burnt and hanging about. we'd had some nice lunch and there was a bit of coke in the bottom of my can. it was sort of warm when i drank it and i guess not very fizzy. i crunched the can in my hand and put it in my bag. the taste of warm coke in my mouth made me want to hop back in the ocean, so i got up stretching and popped back in the blue.

it was really nice swimming again. my hair had been hardening with the salt and after lunch and that first excited dive-in it was a more luxuriant absorption.

I swam around there for a while; mostly jumping in the waves and doing a bit of underwater swimming. Sometimes I'm an alright body surfer, but not today. All my friends were still on the beachrelaxing, someone had their head down, licking a cigarette paper and the sun glinted off another's sunglasses as they cocked their head and waved back at me.

I was twentyish metres out, it was still quite shallow, but there was a nice swell running. It was really good and there was this group of girls at around nine o'clock, me facing the shore. They were maybe four metres away. Pretty shabby estimates, but we're in the surf so it's kind of hard. Plus, didn't want to seem like I was staring.

They were pretty hot girls, one was the hottest. She was local I assume; tan with pretty long hair. Already blonde, it'd been sunbleached and was pretty hot. I guess your generic sort of beachy girl and one I never get to hook up with. Still, they were all just swimming about, not hectic surfers or anything and there were no dudes about them.

I spent a fair bit of time idly watching them while trying not to look like an idiot in the waves. I think I made a few eyes at one or two of 'em. I guess there weren't many people swimming and we were closeish.

I'd dropped back a little and the girls were all mucking about and stuff. This big series of waves was building up and I was thinking of going in and bodysurfing it. I was too close to the shore, though, and the waves were breaking right where we were.

That stage where you don't know whether to dive under or jump up is always a good one. I'm kind of bad at it, but I like getting dumped anyway. The girls were pretty good at judging, so that was another good reason to keep an eye open.

A little ahead of them now and directly in front, I try to jump, but am smashed back. Tumbling head o'er heels I feel body against body and sand against body and finally I come up. Spluttering and half underwater I open my eyes and get to see her boobs for just a second, before she ducks into the protection of the foam, pulling her bikini back up.

I feel a bit too awkward, having bumped them all over. They know I'm some idiot from the city. I slink back onto the shore and plonk down on my towel and after I get a bit drier I roll a ciggie and think about how I wish I could've seen her boobs for longer.

Aug 29, 2009

Aug 21, 2009

Escape From The Greasepit

First shower today in 3-4 days. inc. 2 nights of drinking and some sweating in the sun. washed hair 3 times. also did the sheets, which were like the paper you soak fried things on

Trapped in the Desert

Uh Oh
A Madman
Is shooting me!

Aug 19, 2009

Aug 17, 2009

cigs and a snack before bed

It's kind of late and Elise signs off from msn and turns on her office chair. she's facing the door now, of the office. her bedroom is out and to the right, just after the toilet. opposite the toilet is the bathroom; you would say, "go out and turn right and it's the first left." if you turn left, you get the loungeroom and the kitchen and all that crap, including the front of the house and balcony.

Elise is kind of hungry, I know she's old enough to do whatever she wants, but she still lives with her parents so she doesn't like to smoke in the house. Luckily, they're fast asleep. Firstly to her room to grab the smokes and then to the kitchen to get a snack.

Elise is thinking about what she'll eat, it's a pretty easy call. Even though it's right before bed, it's gonna be some cheese. there's a block of tasty cheddar in the door of the fridge and she cuts off a few slices. grabbing a handfull of jatz from a box while she's eating some of the thinner slices.

she's done all this in darkness and in the light of the fridge. she's lived here her whole life and once the fridge light was actually on the blink, but it didn't change much. of course, she wasn't smoking then, but she was eating cheese.

the front balcony is basically a sun-room. It had been a balcony that'd been made into a room, but during a big storm the roof was heavily damaged and the room got flooded. her parents ripped up the carpet and put in some large louvres, ceiling fan and rattan furniture. elise sits on a chaise-longe near an open panel of louvres and lights up. she has her plate of cheese and crackers on her knees and the smokes feels nice with bits of cheese between her teeth. she uses her tongue to dislodge them and tastes them again with another drag.

When she finishes the cigarette she stubs it out in the ashtray and hides it under some other butts. her parents smoke, but not the same brand as her. back in the kitchen, she dusts the crumbs off the plate and puts it in the sink. Some are stuck to her finger and she licks them off.

Elise does the usual things, she brushes her teeth and in the mirror of the bathroom, runs her fingers through her hair. she thinks about the day tomorrow. she reads for a bit, but can't really concentrate. she's pretty tired and so she turns the light off and goes to sleep.

Aug 3, 2009


In the above picture, it is made clear that animals do not get along with birds. this is how shaman always get you. in the picture below, an african woman has been bewitched into thinking she is a chicken. thereby ruining not only her life as a human, but any chance of animal relations (she can only cohabitate with wild chickens, a regular coop is too small)

Following are some examples of animals and humans affected by shamanistic spells.