Tricks of Memory.

Balance of probabilities.

I have decided that on the balance of probabilities, it's likely I do not exist.

Nevertheless I have my foolish thoughts and longings and opinions.

Winton worship wears me down.

Come on, people, breath just wasn't that good.
And if I read one more party line about the landscape of WA and its influence on WA artists I'm going to pack up and move to Sydney.

Just kidding.
I could never leave this big, fresh, big (did I say big?) state with it's dark and mysterious oceans, windswept whatsis and red dirt and pay dirt and dirt music and big skies (wait, isn't that Montana?) and big (did I say big?) trees and...

Just kidding.

I could never leave this gorgeous place.
As I said once after a year of wandering the united states of america with my mouth open in awe,
this country is too good for them, too good for them. Such a big state, why such small minds?

Just kidding.

All minds are small. All people are like this. There's nothing special about this.

And Winton's not THAT bad, just that I don't think all the people who like him actually really like him the way I might like him if they didn't.

Just kidding.

Even this little fuss is too much, this little fuss to be read by Lowena, if I'm lucky.
Hi, Lowena. I wish you had your own body so I could ravish it.

Thea.

Purple and blue.

Trouble has been a little champion and we're very proud.

Thanks for the purple and blue top.

Things are taking shape here, we may yet write again.

Walnut.

Nuts, spicy beans, dips, roast capsicum, artichokes, fritters, fish cakes, dips (babaganoush), salads and bakes, couscous, pilaf, shishkebabs, lentil soup.


I am the walnut.

Burgh.

What a city. Oh, it's the pretty city, where I would love to live.

Guess who?

I sent a card to someone.

I'm feeling okay. I think I'm finally over my big love, though I still love her, it's okay.

I think I'm ready for a new girlfriend actually.