looking forward

I’ve got a bad feeling about this

parkway chronicle II

So we started out for botan’s, riding us of pests and such. We had a fun drinking time by our favourite bench. Jager bombs, and i had the best apple blackcurrent juice + jager ever! These all went down nicely, untill we were left without anything to mix it with. So we started drinking it straight, it’s jager thats what its meant for right? So after a fair chill and some funny jokes being made. Bee complained of hunger, so we treked to eagle st pier, which isn’t the much of a walk. She needed a piss by the time we got there so we ducked into the toilets first. We ate at maccas before heading back to botans, we sat by the river for awhile before it got too windy. You coulld tell there was a nasty storm coming. We then went back to our favourite bench. We had to call someone back because we were meeting them and had their ticket. Bee tried to whip out her phone. She failed because she lost it. We then had to go back to maccas and look for it, she’d left it on the toilet paper in the toilet. Second time that day. What a tosser. We got back to botans and were still unclear as too when we were meeting these guys. They were already drunk as fuck and weren’t into giving straight answers. So we drank some more by our favourite bench. This chronicle ends here!

i carried a watermelon

parkway chronicle I

NOTE; i dont know how many of these there will be, but a lot fucking happened and i want to get this shit down right!

We head into the city, and it’s all chill. We grabbed some brunch from krispy kreme’s, and i felt violently ill. I’d spent the last night battling the urge to vom. After this i forget what happened, but we went and got azn photos for the first time in ages. Bee left hers on the toilet roll holder and we had to go back and collect them. We bought a bottle of Jager in preperation for the night ahead. We hung out in front of kill the music for what seemed like hours because we had to wait till the signing was over to go drink. We saw crafter go and get an icy pole and a vitamin water from the 7/11. No one interesting was in the city and this is when the day really started. I’m going to finnish this chronicle here because thas really when it finnished. They all have their own define parts.

ekkasunshine

so it’s rolling round to the end of year, to celebrate this brisbane puts on a non-stop week long party. Maybe i’m a fucking liar, and its about agriculture but who really gives a shit?

I attended this beauty yesterday, fuck it was great. I got the guts up to travel using the chair lift.

i kind of loved the shit. I’m hating on goths and their ‘we’re goths no ones going to fuck with us attitude.” You guys had no right to take someones’ seat, so fuck you. The big arse ferris wheel wasn’t here this year and neither was the fucking sizzler. I can’t see why they take away anything good. Hard rock was awesome as always, and can’t say i didn’t have a good time killing motherfuckers with dodgems.

I’ve got my tickets for parkway in 2 days, so that shit’s sweeeet. this weeks going to kill it i tell ya now.

publictransportmournsmj

encounteringtheparanormal

nights start out with alcohol, alcohol leads to bad decisions. Such as breaking and entering.

a group of four, and a bottle of bourbon playing an impossible game of ‘i never’ (impossible because the 2 boys in the game are aiming the questions at each other, ie. ‘i’ve never eaten pussy.’ ‘i’ve never fucked someone up the arse’). The boys grow bored and start to go through the belongings of the previous tenant. A catholic priest who had died in a nursing home within the last few years. The tenant after him was present and going through her old belongings, that her family had left there. The boys find bibles, among many other things. They then decide to burn the bibles and use the cases to hold their own belongings.

The girl who had lived in the house begins to talk of the priest, and strange occurences from when she had called this home. The boys took this as a joke, laughing the entire time. Then to make a piont one jumped up laughing saying he was possesd, a plastic cup of bourbon in his hand. As he pretends to convulse, and flails his arms about the bourbon pours all over his face and into his eyes. Then yelling in pain he rushes to the laundry taps, turning them on and splashing the water into his face, continuing to holler about how the water from the tap was burning hot. It’s possible he turned the wrong tap on, but even so the electricity wasn’t even on in this house, I doubt the water heater would have been. The water also wouldn’t have been instantly hot. The pipes weren’t simply hot either because it hadn’t been that hot of a day, and it was fairly well into the night.

We didn’t think about any of this at all untill later, but this next one struck us.

As it all settled down again and we sat around the table drinking the bourbon, we talked and made jokes. Like usual. Next thing we know we hear the front door upstairs opening and a good 5 footsteps on the wood floor. Being in this place illegaly, we hid as fast as we can. For all we know it’s cops or the owner of the house. As we settle into our hiding spot, (it was damm good) one of the boys suggests he should check it out. Being the gutless wonders we are, we let him. We saw him walk around the house, and before we knew it he was back, reporting that there was not even a car outside. No one was in the house upstairs. We didn’t hear any footsteps after that either. We’ve tried as hard as we can to figure this one out, to disprove it,but no immediate explanation comes to mind. I’d like to know what happened, but i probably won’t ever find out.

The first one could be cast off as something we haven’t thought of, there is probably an explanation that I’m not jsut seeing, but the second? All four of us hear the door open, we heard the foot steps, and then nothing. It plagues me.
This is all true, I know it sounds like a really bad scary movie, it even has the set up of the dead priest (who as i have been told lived with a women he loved but could never marry because of his commitment to the church, this is just sounding waaaaaaaaaaaay to cheesy). I’m going to say this again, because I’m having a hard time believing it, this is all true.

thehiddenlivesofchangerooms

freshbutnotsoclean

We’re just sitting around, the crap dripping in and out of conversations like false consciousness. No one notices how pointless any form of argument is against the verbal seepage of just plain crap. I don’t resent times like these. They remind us of the curious nature we disbanded long ago, we want answers. We don’t seem to find any in the crap we’re told as truth, that’s a whole different kind of crap. No that’s not even crap that’s just outright bullshit. We find the world dark and uninviting, we want to learn how it is to live in this, and not just wash with the filth provided. Our crap to the outsider is useless. No one could understand just how it keeps us going but it does. These sessions, sitting around talking crap, they keep us alive.