Oh yeah, I don't know that to write about. Cream cheese. Iraqi restaurant in Fairfield and coffee and cake in Canley Vale. I have to stop being a procrastinator. .I am boring. I am a failure. Oh, poor, poor pitiful me! Sniff! Sniff! What a tragic hero I am. LOL. Life is good, not perfect, but good enough. Besides it's all cyclical: perfection becomes boredom, boredom turns to chaos, chaos turns to order, order turns to perfect order to boredom and so it goes.
Flamingos. Flamenco dancer. Frieda the artist. I know the answer. My mind goes blank. I feel, tired, sleepy I need more sleep. Sweet seaweed. Beautiful dreamer, hearken to me. Tomorrow is another day. No praise! The Royal Order of Water Buffalos' Lodge is my problem. And boredom. So what can I do about it? I hope I get this data entry/dsr job or another job soon.
What do you do with a drunken sailor? Indeed what do you do? Stretcher bed pan. I seek the sun when I'm having fun. I should be able to do it. Financially speaking. F*ck, I may need to take a 20 min catnap and a Chinese red bull!
Ooooh yeah! Consciously, Two Tone was my first introduction to ska. But then when I heard 60s Blue Beat ska for the first time, I had a feeling that I had heard it before -as a child, that I had heard it but had forgetten it -that it was part of my subconscious. I don't really know the answer.