let's get this show on the road.
n xx


the jellyfish diaries+the jellyfish diaries
Hamish brings home jellyfish for dinner, jellyfish that hes picked out of the harbour with his butterfly net and stowed away carefully in the esky he keeps in the backseat of his car. Im sitting on the kitchen table stabbing at a blank notepad with a blunt pencil, thinking about the sorts of things that help me get to sleep at night, when he walks in with the battered blue esky and a plastic bag full of cheese. More cheese, baby? I ask him as he finds a free spot on our cluttered floor to set the esky down. He places the bag of cheese on top and proceeds to remove his ski jacket and scarf. Un


so much closerWhen you wake up Saturday morning, your boyfriend is still asleep. One quick look at the alarm clock on the beside table tells you its ten oclock, and the pair of you regularly sleep in til at least midday on weekends before going out for brunch, but for some reason your muscles are already moving without your minds consent. Before you know whats even really happening youre out of bed and getting dressed in the first thing you find on the floor, tatty denim shorts and a lame Greenpeace-Save-The-Whales t-shirt. Its a cold day, you can tell from the misted-up windows in the living room even before you walk ouso much closer


my boyfriend the crossdresserso watching those custard skies on the type of evening when when the world wants to melt away & i can do little to stop itmy boyfriend the crossdresser
he turns up, he takes my hand he leads me to where we cant condense we know we can never reach
boiling point
he tells me I was never anything but
a discount motel room the bed-bugs that bite the ugly, ugly mug that gets thrown at the kitchen walls in the midst of every pointless, heated argument
and shatters.
shards. all. over. the. linoleum.
 


a day in the lifetell everyone you met a boy named vincent vincent romaeo r-o-m-a-e-o, yes it has a nice ring to ita day in the life
and he's scared of the dark. the light too, for that matter and no one ever sees him.
tell them you're meeting him at mcdonald's so he can buy you a red, red rose and a Big Mac-
but don't pretend you're in love. that shit never works.
in the morning, catch the subway; read a trashy magazine, wear a pout reapply your lipgloss
be a stereotype
act
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Je souhaite que ce soit moi mais ce n'est pas.
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this is devastating.
everyone please add my new account.
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