Imagine if songs were radio rays in different colours to make the sounds, and they were like little bubbles that took information from our heads to send to the government and we never knew this and they use this information to control us and program us to like certain music
I want to move away. Either from this house, suburb, state or country, I don’t care. I’m too comfortable. I want to throw myself into something completely different and strange.
It feels good to go with the wolves into the darkness
but it’s better when the wolves bring the darkness to you
Not sure what it is, but I remember at the time, it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
People are not meant to see the beauty in the world
because if they did
they’d stop
they’d stare
they’d bathe
and eventually
cease to exist
Text that I sent to my housemate
Jarrad I have so much to tell you. You’ve been away for so long and you’re missing out on all the little things that are happening. I haven’t cooked in a while. Right now I’m really happy. There was a bear in the kitchen, but it was just cass drinking a glass of frosty coke. I feel like I need to write a letter. Everyone is asleep and I just can’t share the beauty of the house with anyone. You can stop reading if you like. I tried to read earlier but the words were all squiggly and I just couldn’t understand any of them. I hope you’re having fun. And for a moment I was in the 30’s and a 30’s car drove past me. Remind me to tell you about the time I ran away with the sky. I understand now why people write. They want others to see or understand what the writer perceives. I want to be a painter like I wanted when I was six. And I listened to waters of Nazareth. You would not believe what happened if I told you. But I’ll tell you one day. There’s so much I need to tell everybody right now and I can’t keep it all in!
The music is like a train and it comes at the end of the song. I’m alone because the house is asleep. I’m not sure if I’m okay with that but that’s okay. There’s a hooded person next to me trying to take my breaths. Coughing keeps him away. I want the sun to come up so maybe we can run away like we did at night. I need to keep a journal. Entry 1: Today is a day. I’m not sure what it’s called. GIRLS ARE CRYING ON ME AND BOYS ARE KICKING LEGS! I don’t think I want a career. I just want to camp every day and fish by a pond. There was a cockroach in my room so I set it on fire. The flame was purple so I squished it instead. Otherwise it would have wiggled inside my mouth and out my bumhole. I’m okay with the house being asleep. But this has been the longest night of my life. It’s amazing that people can sleep through this beauty. Hayley, I want you to focus on being a happy flower. All you have to do is soak up the sun and bloom. You will eventually wither away as everything does. But in your prime is how you’ll be remembered. Jarrad don’t read that it’s personal.
7am
I am sitting outside and the sun is up with me. Such tiny birds can make such big sounds. Not sure if it’s a plane or a kookaburra. I drew Voldemort today. Tiny drops of water on the line. Broken Garage. Scary loud cars crashing into loud puddles. I think my G spot fell out of me last night. There are many veins in my old hands.
