A new chapter doesnt mean the page turns

in this book they don't separate chapters by pages and leave a blank on the next to ponder what really just happened. here's what they do, when a period is placed at the end of sentence they begin the next one with a capital letter. It isn't how you drive it's how you arrive...

The Wimba's (chapter 1)

I've separated myself from the others to have a serious chat. The things going on here are real; animals are getting hurt and by now this isn't about emotions anymore, this is physical injuries that should have been ironed out ages ago.

You see, there is colony of underground animals that the locals refer to as "Wimba's." These little guys look as friendly and cuddly as a child's teddy bear but that's just not the case. The Wimba's have been having a rough go for sometime now, years, decades even. Their food supply has been scarce since the rains came in and their homes are being attacked by Hunna Birds, it's not a good sight and they're fighting back. They're so defensive now that when the locals walk near their homesteads the males pop out of the ground like a caravan of zerg's and do their best to hurt everything near them. The problem here is that these creatures are not viscous in the least bit and end up being hurt or crushed by anything they decide is a good idea to attack, again, these guys can't fight any better than Meckle's can swim.  

They're being hurt, killed, and worst of all they have to be endangered by now. This will be my account of how the Wimba's got into this unfortunate circumstance taken in by a friend of the Wimba's.

Can You Help Me Miss. Davis

I just don't think you understand Miss. Davis. Medication doesn't work. Talking about it makes it worse. When I lay in bed it's all I think about, so I don't want to sleep. When I'm awake it's all I can think about, so I don't want to be awake.

There is a level of drunkenness where I don't think about it as much but one drink after I reach that level I turn into the emotional drunk and it's 10 times worse than it ever was.

I've tried to start hobbies to help take my mind off of it but that always back fires. I got into bird watching, knew a lot of birds by name, Quallers, Biteens, Flursbords, and these are tough birds, but when I'd sit at the park and watch the birds and see the kids playing it would trigger memories and I'd have mental break downs in the park and that never goes over well. Imagine me, with my power and handsome looks, sitting in a park with a smile on my face, looking into the trees at the birds, and then all of a sudden there's snot coming from my nose, tears coming from my chin so heavily that they're not dripping to the ground, its a steady stream, a perfect straight line of tears connecting me to the ground. There, sitting on a park bench with my head in my hands and heaving like a convulsing homeless man getting tasered. All the while there's heaps of kids playing, while the parents of those kids talk shop about the stresses of life. Complaining to whoever will listen about how "Jason is mad at little Mickey because he is on the 2nd team basketball squad." And how her new $300 shoes are killing her feet.

I can't do much about it now Miss. Davis, but I can still eat and drink. I can recognize beauty in things still, I just don't care much to do so. I'm dropping weight like I'm on drugs. I have bags under my eyes. When people come by to chat I sit on the couch and try to carry on with them but I can't pay them any attention. And by the time I realize they're gone I don't remember them leaving.

So, can you help Miss. Davis?

Politc Highway

today we arrived in Armac QLD. It is officially the center of nowhere, official, i checked with the wizard of Oz. The road heading to the town continuously got worse the closer and closer we got to the town. By the time we were a few miles out it was a gravel road with dead (road kill) kangaroo’s EVERYWHERE. There was a large Emu dead on the side of the road as well. Got to see some Kango’s hopping around, most of them just stand there looking at stuff (i have no idea what they are looking at or for because there isn’t much). Saw a flock?! of Emu’s running out in the wild, must have been 5 or 6 of them, hopefully they saw there buddy on the side of the road and were running home to tell mom.

2 days of travel- eh

Last night was a big one; I felt the need to get to know my guys here on the crew so a handful of us went out, and stayed out, and then stayed out some more, I verified it personally that the bars in Rock Hampton QLD, AUS close at 2 A.M. (the gentleman’s clubs do not). I’ve never been a big fan of those establishments but the other guys certainly seem to be so what-are-ya-gonna-do, when in Rome...

The hotel that I’ll be staying in tonight is quite unique, reminds me of some back woods Hawaiian shanty village hotel; 3 twin beds (non of which have matching anything to the others), there is a small fridge and it does have half a liter of milk in it (very kind of them), and there is a small mirror, vanity thing but you can’t open the doors because the bed is pressed up against it, it’s actually quite humbling. The 12 inch combo VCR/TV that is mounted in the corner gets 2 channels, and they are both fuzzy and they are both the same channel, looks like i’m listening to Australian Football, which I actually kind of like.

The locals of this small town (300 population) welcomed us with open arms, the hotel is joined to a small bar, and behind that is a pavilion, and to welcome us they have a “barbie” (bbq) for us, plenty of fresh local food, Lamb, Pork, and Steaks, now they didn’t say what kind of steaks but someone jokingly said it was the freshest Kango steaks in town, they picked up off the road, people laughed, but I still am not sure if they were laughing because of the “off the side of the road” comment or the “Kango Steak” comment, I’m guessing it was kango, but it was good and 30+ people ate it so I’m confident all’s good.

Sorry for the lack of wit in this post but I’m exhausted and nothing’s funny...

cheers-

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Last Day In Brisbane, QLD

My bags are all packed; full of Curry Tuna cans and insect repellant. In order to make weight I had to throw out some clothes that weren't needed; not making the cut was a veteran pair of Old Navy jeans that, much like a 43 year old Place Kicker, had bad knees, but it was strictly business, we hugged then he walked out of the stadium never to be seen again (as of yet anyways it was only 30 minutes ago).

I've always loved the run-on sentence it's been one I've used since before I knew better. They fixed it and then I later learned, "to hell with them, this is how I talk, a lot of information as quickly as possible, Amen."

7 A.M. we need to be on the other side of the city and ready for anything. For all I know I'll be in the bed of a wooden framed pickup truck with a bunch of chickens; for that, I've removed most of my music from my MEDIA PLAYER and loaded it with movies and TV Show's, all of which I've seen at least 10 times.

So goodbye to "Dirty" the Xbox (that's really the user sign-in for Xbox live on that thing), goodbye to those damn Magpie attacks...

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3 Lights and a Kiwi

Tree houses in the park
With a picnicking army of ants
Fighting off the birds
Who are waiting on a train

The red light's stuck on yield
While the coffee clan sips
Fish never tasted this fresh
Said the dolphin!

The wooden table dreams
Of when she had roots
And the chairs at her side
Wisper, "masseuse, I'm coming home."

The clouds are still low enough that I shouldn't be talking about them
And as I hear a motorcycle speed by
I can't help but think, "it was the sun's fault all along."

Some holidays are country songs
And most flooring is fake
But it's hard to pray when your kneeling knee is ripped out of your favorite jeans.

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Sunday and Monday

Today is MONDAY and it is also SUNDAY still... Fantasy Draft (a beloved holiday in the states) is upon us and ironically it falls on Aussie Father's Day; "Avery, just get me Aaron Rogers and J. Finely." Although, by looking in the mirror as I write this I could use a "man groomer."

I slept with the windows open last night, and since I'm about 20' from the train, the conductor's voice is all i heard, even had a dream about him, he was narrating the story of life, he'd be a great audio book voice, at least from 100m.

I'm still waiting to hear when they're going to throw me to the wolves out in the middle of Aussie land; been training to box with this kangaroo down on the corner; nice enough fella, gotta a temper i tell ya.

gotta go get on my drafting pants and magic scarf.

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