adapting to the box

it's amazing how easily one adapts to a 2 x 2 dwelling. when i watch the detainees, all proud of their new homes, cleaning, dusting, folding, boasting about their new homes i feel an emotion that is hard to describe.
then i come home to my 2x2 dwelling and smile that i am "home"

human beings are interesting characters. that sense of pride, of owning or occupying a space in which they can place their belongings, have people over to share their space and sit in their own area or territory.

animal pride, animal instinct, animal behaviour.

i am an animal like a lion

what animal are you?

sometimes i feel like a zebra. shy and quick to run away when i get spooked. kind of like a horse only save for the patterns on my hide. would you still love me if i had patterns on my hide and allowed you to see them from behind the thicket?

i watch the government workers at meal times. loading up their plates, coughing on food stuffs. i wonder if a pre-requisite for hiring these people is : MUST BE SLOTH or SLOTHISH (tick here)

the size of their arses also captivates me. the scrutinise me for working out instead of eating muffins with them.

i am not a fatist i am just not sympathetic.

i suppose what they harbour in pain/social outcast behaviour via food in mouth i harbour in pain via stomping on treadmills.

but they are all married, have partners, etc. i am torn between two options of martial arrangements concerning them. 1.) they are heavily involved with/in the practice of being on the receiving end of a "feeder" relationship
2.) to be large is to be happy and allows you to easily obtain a life partner (or as long as you both shall live with pending diabetes/potentially deadly heart dis-ease)

i am jealous. confused. i have spent such a portion of my life toning, eating healthily and grooming/manicuring myself to please my own eyes, that of my partner/s, etc and wake up alone (save for the guests).

at the end of the day, however, i would rather be alone then tossing up between a big mac and a whooper with my other (heavy) half at the cross roads of hungry jacks and maccas on a sunday night date night.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh...........

im going to try focus on something else.

zap zap

i hit you with my love gun
power thrashing through your bones

i tickle you with my love gun
side torso bend
breath breathing frost on a morning like this
lying naked in the cold feels good
stubble on my shoulder

pt 2 bitey bitey

alas i shall not marry the 4 yo. However, i feel that we are inextricably joined for life by a mixtures of saliva and blood - the bruise still remains.

getting more in over the next two weeks.........running out of supplies

this is crazie

but i love it

my name is anjelka and last night i was bitten by a refugee

i know your thinking that the above mentioned title is just a ploy to get you to read on...the simple fact of the matter is that it is not.

finally, the biter has been bitten by someone who may or may not have a transmittable disease that may or may not begin with the letter ARRRRRRRGH!

his name is achten and he is a iraqi refugee. he is 4 years of age and likes to shake his little butt at me. he blows me kisses and would very much like to marry me at some point in time and for me, this offer seems more than flattering and possible.................if only he were 20 years older.

tbc

camp jelkie pt 2

alone
quite

no talkie talkie

just the silence of the sun creeping in through what clouds hover above

to be picky

to be picky and illegal alien

i want a double bed i want a bigger tv

i want a hug

quiet

not talking except to myself today

i have a crush on a miner

digging deep in my nails

he looks for gold i look for quiet

shopping online - an addiction

credit card credit card
swipey swipey
buy buy buy

logging onto the internet with my nails piercing the plastic fantastic mastercard

i hear it crack and quickly pull the card to my lips

kissy kissy poo

i wonder how long my parcels will take

express post in alice takes x 1 week

you wouldn't want to send a vital organ via australia postal express service now would you?

the only thing i actually miss

is my jeep






thats all




wtf?

Camp Jelkie

day two of camp jelkie...

2nd day of no alcohol

writing

drawing

working

silence






i visited the detention centre yesterday for the first time...isn't it peculiar...that people can seem so happy, so free behind razor wire and tall fences?

the people here are great. as soon as i arrived i felt as though i had been living in this camp for months on end. my room is 2 x 2 with a small bathroom
i have foxtel and an extremely loud air conditioner.

it was 2 degrees last night.

it gets down to minus 5 next month

my fear at this point in time is that i have not brought enough warm clothes...

i must admit that being so far away from civilisation makes me extremely happy. without the slighest hint of melancholy i can see myself being here for weeks without beeping boo to anyone i know.

i must remind myself to tell my folks i am alive

i started working out in the gym yesterday. got hot and thought twice about taking my jumper off. i suppose the guys here would freak if i display my armpitts

oooooh ma gawd

i am moving here on Monday

indefinately

love my life

yes it's official....australia suck in football

that's the euro football........

ok so true to the typical australian form, the nation has banded together pushing for a BAN on those tiny plastic horns that pretty much EVERYONE around the world uses to cheer on their teams. but not australia....no no

australia's method of cheering their squad on is going to maccas and obtaining free coke glasses with every happy meal

of course the fact that australia got pumped 4 - 0 by a better side had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with it

no no

it was the noise of the plastic horns that MADE them lose the game

oh australia, so typically predictable

whenever you lose, blame someone else

o
m
g

it's moments like these i feel ashamed of being australian

now let's talk about the coach.....totally FUCKING up the typical line up last minute

was this his strategy? fooling everyone into thinking the line up was how it has been for the last 12 months and then WAM! fuck...i mean, mess it up last minute.......random players running in the wrong direction whilst german strikers are pushing through NON EXISTANT AUSTRALIAN DEFENCE


i am backing germany for this world cup...........not only because they beat the most beatable team in the world cup

but because they are seriously awesome





now let's talk about serbia...............


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picku maternu! i am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad you cetnik bastards lost.


ha

ha

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

beep beep

if i could be any type of medical device
i would be that beep thing

the beep thing that monitors your heart

i believe it is called a heart monitor

i would beep

beep-beep-beeeeeeeeeeep


eratic pulses


i would be a high pitched beep

not easy on the ears at all


beeeeeeeeeeeeep

that's not kosher...THIS is kosher

i had a dream last night

an alien space ship landed outside my bedroom window

the actual noise of the space ship woke me from my dream

and i saw lights and heard "things" get out

then my right bum cheek kept me awake

which i thought was odd because i really thought "they" were into anal probes

anyway

i couldn't get back to sleep

i am annoyed by the possibility that i may endure the tell tale signs of a reckless sleep by 10am

baggage under the eyes

stupid aliens