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The hoarse, stilted whisper creeping through the crack existing between the wall and the door roused the conscious self; snatching the end of the dark and transition to light from the being I am in my dreams. It took very little.
And then up, up, up. Father, Son, Daughter.
Bustle in the artificial darkness.
Click.
Now you can see your Vegemite and toast.
Drumming against sand-soaked porcelain;
wash away the night's sins.
Excrete the unholy so you can start the morning pure, ingest for later purification
DOn't talk, question then understand.
Son has left the building; hat and all.
The benjamin slumbers head towards the
ceiling - do our croakings enter his fog of the unreal?
Take the morning's waking potion and off we go.

Life is filled with interims of waiting - for what?
When will be the moment you cease and be
content - happy after all that work?
At least others are right there with you -
helping you pass the time. Slowly or fast?
Friend or foe?
Arrivals always bring joy - the waiting is over.
Belongings at the bottom - ass at the top.
Trespasser sleeps; throw their treachery to the
ground. And Sleep. Fill in the time with another's
words stored on the stolen flesh of Nature. Become
mesmerised by the ones left behind
 as they flash by - you're the centre of the universe.

Leave, leave - but come back in 20! Imagine
the desolate souls; how you pity those who
must remain here. Canned; so to speak.

Reclaim your territory! Stare at the same but
different. Appreciate what hasn't been taken
yet. Let your eyes trick you - relish in the idea
of being in Nature and then turn to your phone.

More waiting- you all want to be born again.
Release the morning in the afternoon and feel
empty for it.

Check and check again - 33 First Class only for
me. Repeat and repeat; why did the iPod break
at this time of year?

Holes represent your legitimacy for sitting here.

Fill in the waiting with more Nature.
Idealise and fantasis the impossible.

How to pretend you’re still an independent feminine feminist when you have a boyfriend.

1. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

What I find most liberating is doin’ what I want, when I want  - despite the 19 year old whimsical male on my hip. Going from a single lady to a long term relationship kind of agreement, I found the move from being by myself and having every move accommodated, to well me, and changing to carrying a male purse rather cumbersome at times. There are double my needs and half those needs aren’t for me.

What the eff.

This attractive post-adolescent man-boy not only weasled into my bed and my social life but also my schedule. Most hours of my day he fills them with Gchat, texts, sex, talking, pillow fighting; there had to be a line.

And that was any suggestion or command is responded with “No. I do what I want.” Any resistance is returned with a glare, a huff and an even louder declaration of want.

Grrrrrrls unite.

2. Any overtly sexual advance is responded with an “ugh” face.

It’s like he thinks he owns my body because we date.

Uh, hello. My body. Your hands. When I want to.

Duh.

And since when was I dating that creep from the bus stop? Ew. You’re my boyfriend, we make love – not sleazy fucking. Keep those sneaky public ass grabs to at least your kitchen.

3. Be “on top”

Post-feminism am I right?! I love being a slut and he loves me bopping away whilst moaning and running my fingers down his chest.

Plus my hair looks great when I whish it around.

4. Go shopping alone

I’m a feminine girl and wandering around Myer shoes department for an hour, at my own leisure and looking good.

And I’m empowered by my ability to be alone. So male companion eff off once in a while so I can bask in my intellectual and emotional independence from the male form and get into this shoe sale properly.

5. Don’t shave armpits or legs

Love my soul. Stop objectifying my supple and in shape body. Women should be equal to men, therefore since you don’t shave your face, legs, arms or genital region my legs and pits shall remain unshaven!

UntilsummerwhenIhavetowearabikiniandshorthingsandwhenpeoplewillseeandjudgemeforit.

Fucking society. Bitches.

6. Think private thoughts about dynamics of relationship and do not disclose to male partner 

Does he like me when I’m this annoying?

Has he noticed that I’m fighting just so that I’m still the dominant power in this couple?

Shit, he’s the nicer person – have people noticed?

Am I the hotter one?

Am I the better half?

Am I really shallow?

Is the more feminist than me?

Do I need to shave my legs?

Why does his exgirlfriend and friends think I’m a bitch?

When did I last shower – should I let him go down?

I haven’t been on top in a while – is he gaining power?

Why hasn’t he texted me first yet, it’s 11am?!

A goal of mine

I used to be excellent at English.

In Year 8.

Then I went to a school which placed emphasis on achievement and I lost any sense of self-worth for ~3years to maybe around now.

However I did well in Literature and not so well in English in Year 12 so this blog will be about strangers validating my ability to engage in the English language.

Enjoy or hate or both.