woke up with the realisation that a lot of  the awkward fuckery has come from a lack of simplicity.

i need simplicity.

like a fat kid needs cake.

i don’t / can’t do long-winded-meaningless-poofy-bullshit.

not unless it comes in 5 words or less.

somewhere over the last few weeks, i feel like my being has gotten all damned up with shit that isn’t mine; shit that’s complicated – way to complicated for me; & bullshit thats completely unnecessary.

dare i say it, but its kinda been like it since the beginning of the year & that the bit thats my ‘fault’, is caving in to the semi-psychotic whims of every other cunt.


fuck that annoys the fuck outta me.

i do simple. real fucking simple.

i get fucked up when cunts dump their shit in my nice clean, minimised backyard. & yeah thats a figurative & a literal.

think it be time for the skip bin approach!


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me thinks :

i think i’m a pretty simple person.

maybe slightly intense with a dash of morbidness round the edges.

but overall,

pretty. fucken. Simple.



main stream.

soooo. i thought i’d give ‘mainstream’ a go. after day 1: this shit is harder than it sounds.









Homai to Aroha


I don’t have a very clear head at the moment; meaning, my thoughts and memory feel pretty jumbled. I’m doing odd shit like putting the milk in the cupboard and the bread in the fridge.

I’m thinking I’m stressed.

I’m thinking I don’t deal with stress very well anymore.

And then I’m thinking: I need to find a different way to deal with stress, because, as it turns out, stress is part of life. Even aside from pts(d) stress.

I like things that are simple.

People, occasions, layouts, spaces … simplicity is best for me.

I’ve figured out over the last few years that a lot of that has to do with feeling overwhelmed when theres to much going on; and believe me, it doesn’t have to be too too much to be too much for Me: if yah know what I’m saying.

Add the frenzy I feel when things start feeling like rapid fire and Don’t make sense – then thats a whole new head fuck. Literally.

The world doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense to me and my solutions are basic.

Too much plastic, dumped in our oceans, killing our ocean life?

Stop making plastic. Get rid of the plastic in the ocean. Treat the injured, sick or dying sea creatures.


‘Oh buts thats not practical’ they say.

Really? Cos it seems pretty fucking practical to Me and pretty fucking simple.

Like I said, I see things simply.

I used to think this was somehow wrong. But it’s not. I am right. So the fuckery for Me is: why won’t ‘they’ stop making plastic? Clean up the ocean and fix the sea life?

Because they don’t want too.

On the daily I have scenarios like this running through my head, then they come tumbling outta my pie hole. It really does do my head in.

I don’t know if I can completely unfuck myself from this one, cos it is how I’m wired. But I do know I need to find different ways to deal with it … because it is literally every fucking where.

Sunsets are good.


Thats a start.








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