Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it. It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up... Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Conversations
Oh, just in case anybody thinks that i sit here in some sort of isolationist ivory aluminium tower cabin .. drove down back to Adelaide last Friday, attended to some business, collected a pile of unwelcome letters; then spent Friday evening, night, and most of Saturday morning chatting with a delightful and interesting female of my acquaintance over around ..ah fukkit, yes there were a few Bourbons .. and get yer grubby minds above the navel. Slept on the sofa.
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"Slept on the sofa."
Too drunk to climb the stairs, eh?
Nah... It's just where they both crashed out afterwards...
Sofa, so good .. heh.
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