Archive for August, 2004



Dressed in Black

Published on August 25, 2004

Here is my… dresser. Late but there was an old and heavy queen bed ensemble propped up against it which had to be moved before I could take a photo.

It used to sport a masking tape line down the centre during the unhappy room-sharing years of my childhood. Not even our china ornaments could be […]


Gold

Published on August 24, 2004

Pieces of Red Liquorice I’ve Eaten Today: 1

Almost cold turkey, aren’t I good?

Luckily tonight was gym night and I did my fair share of sweaty cardio and weights to work off that one piece, even if Darrell Lea claim it was a low fat, low salt piece and so therefore shouldn’t need working off. Unluckily, […]


Lost Control

Published on August 20, 2004

I can’t escape them. The dealers, they’re everywhere. There’s one in the newsagents, another in the chemists, one knocking at my front door. All offering pleasures certain to send me to hell.

I’ve been there before. Not so long ago that I have forgotten how utterly horrible it was - the unquenchable thirst, nausea, stomach cramps, […]


M-Bike

Published on August 6, 2004

Here is my… bike.

[gotta find photo]

Yeah, I could break her
Break her, break me
Get rid of that goddamn machine
Yes, I’m gonna break her
Think what you like
I fucking hate his motor bike

M-Bike - PJ Harvey, 4-Track Demos, 1993


Crossbones

Published on August 3, 2004

I am completely over today. It’s officially tomorrow now - and so there is a remote possibility today will be better than yesterday - but I’m still so cross I could choke a Telstra technician or five.

I was flicking through my notebook the other day and found a quote which I’d scribbled down while late […]